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Gift  of 
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Relief  Society  Song  Book 

A  collection  of  selected  hymns  and  songs  especially 

arranged  for  the  use  of  the  Relief  Societies 

of  the  Church  of  Jesus  Christ  of 

Latter-day  Saints 


Published  by  the 

General  Board  of  Relief  Society 

Salt  Lake  City,  Utah 

June,  1919 


Copyright    1919 

By  EMMELINE  B.  WELLS 
For   General   Board   Relief   Society 


OPENING  HYMNS. 


o  1.         Lord,  We  Gome  Before  Thee  Now. 

HAMMOND.  C.  M.  VON  WKBIR. 

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1.  Lord,  we  come  be  -  fore  Thee  now, 

2.  In    Thine  own  ap  -  point  -  ed    way, 


At    Thy     feet  we   hum  -  bly     bow; 
Now  we    seek  Thee;  here  we     stay; 


3.  Send  some  mes-sage  from  Thy  word,      That  may  joy  and  peace  af  -  ford; 


4.  Grant  we  all    may  seek    and   find 

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Thee,  our  gracious  God,  and  kind; 


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Com  -  fort  th^se  who  weep  and  mourn,  Let  "the  time  of  love  "  re  -  turn. 
Heal  the  sick,  the  cap  -  tive  free,  Let  us  all  re  -  joice  in  Thee. 


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Suf  -  fi  -  cient  is  Thine  arm  a  -  lone,  And  our  de  -  fense  is  sure. 
From  ev  -  er  -  last  -  ing  Thou  art  God,  To  end  -  less  years  the  same. 


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Scatter  Seeds  of  Kindness. 


B3S3S.    . 

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1.  Let    us  gath  -  er 


up     the  sun-beams,  Ly  -  ing     all     a -round  our  path; 

2.  Strange  we  nev-er  prize  the  mu  -  sic      Till  the  sweet- voiced  bird  has  flown! 

3.  If      we  knew  the     ba  -   by  fin  -  gers,  Pressed  a-gainst  the  win  -  dow  pane, 

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Strange  that  we  should  slight  the  vio  -  lets  Till  the  love  -  ly  flow'rs  are  gone! 
Would  be  cold  and  stiff  to  -  mor-row —  Nev  -  er  trou  -  ble  us  a  -  gain — 

To      the    hast  -  y  words  and    ac  -  tions  Strewn  a-  long  our  back- ward  track! 


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Let  us  find  our  sweet-est  com  -  fort  In  the  bless-ings  of  to  -  day, 
Strange  that  sum-  mer  skies  and  sun  -  shine  Nev  -  er  seem  one  •  half  so  fair 
Would  the  bright,  eyes  of  our  dar  -  ling  Catch  the  frown  up  -  on  our  brow?- 

How  those    lit  -  tie  hands  re  -  mind  us,     As     in    snow  -  y  grace  they  lie, 


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As  when  win  -  tor's  «now  •  y    pin  -  ions  Shake  the  white  down  in     the  air. 
Would  the  prints  of    ros  -  y     fin  -  gers   Vex   us    then    as    they   do  now? 
Not     to    scat  -  ter  thorns — but  ros  -  es —  For  our  reap  -  ing    by    and  by. 


Scatter  Seeds  of  Kindness. 


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As  we  eat  the  bro  -  ken  bread,  Thine  ap-prov  -  al  on  us  shed. 
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Sowing. 


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3.  Seeds  that  lie  unchanged,  un-quickened,  Life-less    on      the  teem-  ing  mould; 

4.  Thou  who  know-est    all    our  weakness,  Leare  us  not      to    sow     a  -  lone! 


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In     our  words,  and  looks,  and  ac  -  tions  Lie   the  seeds  of  death  and 

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Jos.  J.  DAYHES. 
Allegro  marcalo. 


1.  Come,  lis  -  ten  to        a    Proph  -  et's  voice,    And    hear    the    word    of 

2.  The  gloom  of    sul  -  len    dark  -  ness,  spread  Thro'  earth's  ex  -  tend  -  ed 

3.  'Tis    not     in    man     they    put   their  trust,     Or       on     his     arm     re- 


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bey,  And  signs  shall  fol  -  low  liv  -  ing  faith  Down  to  the  la  -  test  day. 


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Onward,  Christian  Soldiers. 


S.  BAMKG-GOULD. 


A.  S.  SULLIVAN. 

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2.  At    the  sign  of    tri  -  umph,  Satan's  host  doth  flee;  On,  then,  Christian  soldiers, 

3.  Like  a  might-y    ar  -   my  Moves  the  Church  of  God;  Brothers,  we  are  tread- ing 

4.  Onward,  then,  ye  peo  -  pie,  Join  our  hap-py  throng,  Blend  with  ours  your  voices 


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Catch 

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Don't  give  up  and  say  "for-sak  -  en,"  Don't  be  -  gin  to  say  "I'm  sad!" 
Pass  right  thro'  them,  do  not  tar  -  ry,  0  -  ver  -  come  the  heav  -  ing  tide, 


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E.  R.  SNOW. 

Deepening  Trials. 

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Lead,  Kindly  Light. 


JOHN  H.  NEWMAN. 


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Pride  rul'd       my       will,      re-mem-ber  not 
Which   I          have    lov'd     long  since,  and  lost 


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No.  13. 

Do  What  Is  Right. 

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2.  Do    what  is    right!    the     shack  -les     are    f  all  -  ing, 
3.  Do    what  is    right!    be      faith  -  ful     and   fear  -less, 

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No.  14.    Earth,  with  her  Ten  Thousand  Flowers. 


W.  W.  PHELPS. 


T.  C.  GRIOGi. 


1.  Earth,  with  her  ten    thou  -  sand  flow'rs,  Air,  with  all    its  beams  and  show're, 

2.  Sounds  a-mong    the    vales   and  hills,      In     the  woods  and  by      the  rills, 

3.  All      the  hopes  that  sweet  -  ly     start     From  the  f  oun-tain  of      the    heart, 


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All  the  voi  -  ces  from  a  -  bove,  Sweet  -  ly  whis  -  per,  God  ia  lore. 


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No.  15. 


The  Lorrt  Is  My  Light. 


J.  NICHOLSON. 


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J.    R.  SWENBT. 


1.  The  Lord 

2.  The  Lord 

3.  The  Lord 

4.  The  Lord 

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is  my  light,  the  Lord  is  my  strength,      I      know  in  His  might 

is  my  light,    my     all      and  in   all;   There   is        in  His  sight 


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looks  up  thro'  the  skies,  Where  Je  -  BUS    for-  ev  -  er     in     glo-ry  doth  reign — Then 
I'll    con-quer  at  length;  My  weak -ness   in  mer-cy    He  cov-ers  with  power,  And, 
no    dark-ness  at  all;      He      is      my   Re-deem-er,  my  Sav-iour  and  King — With 

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walk  -  ing    by    faith,    I      am    blest    ev  -  *ry   hour. 


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No.  16.                 Re 

W.  W.  PHELPS. 

'deemer  of  Israel. 

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1.  Re  -  deem    -    er     of      Is    •    rael,    Our    on    -    ly       de  -  light,     On 
2.  We    know        He      is    com    -    ing    To     gath  -    er     His     sheep,    And 
3.  How  long          we    have  wan    -    dered  As   stran  -  gers    in        sin,       And 
4,  As      chil    -     dren     of     Zi    -    on,     Good     ti    -   dings   for        us,      The 

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Itad      them      to        Zi      -       on       in      love;      For      why        in        the 
cried       in       the      des      -     ert      for    Thee!      Our     foes      have       re- 
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val  -  ley  Of  death  should  they  weep,  Or          in      the  lone  wil  -  der-ness  rove? 
joiced  When  our  sorrows  they've  seen,  But        Is  -   rael  will  short  -  ly  be  free, 
just,  For  the  king  -  dom    is     ours;    The      hour    of   re  -  demp-tion  is  near. 

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C.  W.  PENBOBE. 


0  Ye  Mountains  High. 


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3.  In      thy  moun  -  tain  re  -  treat,  God    will  strengthen  thy  feet;    On        the 

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necks   of  thy  foes  thou  shalt  tread;  And  their  sil  -  ver  and  gold,     as  the 

home    of  the  Proph-ets    of    God;  Thy    de  -liv- 'ranee   Is  nigh,    thy  op- 


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wick  -  ed       re  -  vile,     Yet    we   love      thy     glad    ti   -  dings    to  hear. 

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0        Zi-on!     dear    Zi-on!    home    of    the     free,   Tho'  thou  wert  forced  to 

0        Zi-on!    dear    Zi  -  on!    home    of    the     free,   Soon  thy    tow  -  ers  shall 

0        Zi-on!    dear    Zi-on!    land     of    the     free,   In      thy  tern  -  pies  we'll 
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home,  un  -  to  thee  I  have  come—  All  my  fond  hopes  are  cen-tered  in  thee. 
fly  to  thy  chambers  on  high,  Yet  we'll  share  joy  and  sor  -  row  with  thee. 
shine  with  a  splen-dor  di  -  vine,  And  e  -  ter  -  nal  thy  glo  -  ry  shall  be. 
bend,  all  thy  rights  we'll  de-fend,  And  our  home  shall  be  ev  -  er  with  thee. 


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No.  18. 


Our  God,  We  Raise  to  Thee. 


B.  SNOW. 


II.  CAREY. 


1.  Our     God,    we  raise       to  Thee     Thanks  for    Thy  bless  -  ings  free 

2.  Bless  Thou  our  Proph  -  et  dear;     May    health  and  com  -  fort  cheer 

3.  So       shall  Thy  king  -  dom  spread,  As        by      Thy  Proph  -  ets  said, 

4.  0        may    Thy  saints      be  one,      Like     Fa  -  ther  and       the  Son, 

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Thou  wilt  bless;  To     choose     in  right  -  eous-ness,    The  bet  -  ter  part, 

ev    -   'ry    soul,  While  hast  -  'ning  to       the    goal     We  long  to  see. 

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No.  19.         The  Happy  Day  Has  Rolled  On. 

P.  DIBBLE.                                                                                                  E.  BBHSLHY. 

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come      a    -      gain      To      in      -       tro^-  duce        Mea  -  si   -    ah'a      reign, 
night  -  ed          lay,     Have    now          be  -  held           a      glo  -   rious     day. 
sired     BO         long,  When  God          His    strange  work  would  per    -  form, 
bove      do         reign,  Come  down        to      con    -    verse   hold    with      men. 

No.  20.    Gome,  Thou  Glorious  Day  of  Promise. 

ALBX.  NEIBAUB.  (Transposed.)  A.  C.  SMYTH. 


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•j  /  Come,  thou  glorious  day  of  prom-ise,  Come  and  spread  thy  cheer-  ful  ray,  1 
'  1  When  the  scattered  sheep  of  Is  -  rael  Shall  no  Ion  -  ger  go  a-stray;  / 

2  I  Lord,  How  long  wilt  Thou  be  an  -  gry;  Shall  Thy  wrath  for-ev  -  er  burn?  \ 
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Q  |  Oh,  that  soon  Thou  wouldst  to  Ja-cob  Thy  en  -  live  -ning  Spir  -  it  send!  ) 
\  Of  their  un  -  be  -  lief  and  mis  -  'ry  Make,  0  Lord,  a  speed  -  y  end.  \ 


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When  ho  -  san-nas,  When  ho  -  san-nas  With  u  -  nit  -  ed  voice  they'll  cry. 
King  of  Is  -  rael,  King  of  Is  -  rael,  Come  and  set  Thy  peo  -  pie  free. 
Lord,  Mea  -  si  -  ah!  Lord,  Mes-si  -  ah!  Prince  of  Peace  o'er  Is  •  rael  reign. 


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No.  21. 

ELIZA  R. 


Zion  Prospers,  All  Is  Well. 


EVAN  STEPHENS. 


1.0      a -wake!  my  slumb'ring  min-strel,   Let  my  harp  for  -  get   its  spell; 

2.  Strike  a  chord  un-known  to  sad  -  ness,  Strike,  and  let  its   num-bers  tell, 

3.  Zi  -  on's  wel-fare  is    my  por  -   tion,  And     I     feel  my    bos  -  om  swell 

4.  Zi  -on,  lo!    thy    day   is    dawn  -  ing,  Tho' the   dark-some  shadows  swell, 

5.  Thy  swift  mes-sen-gers  are  tread  -  ing  Thy  high  courts  where  princes  dwell, 

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In     ce  -les-tial   tones  of    glad  -  ness,  Zi  -  on  pros-pers,    all  is  well; 

With  a  warm,  di  -  vine   e  -  mo  -  tion,  When  she  prospers,  all  is  well; 

Faith  and  hope  pre- lude  the  morn-ing,  Thou  art  pro-sp'ring,  all  is  well; 

And  thy  glo-rious    light    is     spreading,     Zi  -  on  pros-pers,    all  is  well; 


Zi  -  on  pros-pers,  Zi  -  on    proa  -  pers,     Zi  -  on      prospers,  all  is  well. 

Zi  -  on  pros-pers,  Zi  -  on  pros  -  pers,  Zi  -  on  prospers,  all  is  well. 

When  she  prospers,  when  she  pros-  pers,  When  she  prospers,  all  is  well. 

Thou  art  pros-p'ring,  thou  art  pros-p'ring,  Thou  art  prosp'ring,  all  is  well. 

Zi  -  on  pros-pers,  Zi  -  on    pros  -  pers,     Zi  -  on      pros-pers,  all  is  well. 


No.  22. 

W.  CLAYTON. 

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Gome,  Gome,  Ye  Saints. 


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1.  Come,  come,  ye  Saints,  no  toil  nor  la  -  bor  fear,  But  with  joy  wend  your  way; 

2.  Why  should  we  mourn,  or  think  our  lot  is  hard?  'Tis  not    so;       all     is   right! 

3.  We'll   find  the  place  which  God  for  us  prepared,  Far   a  -  way     in    the  West; 

4.  And  should  we  die  be  -  fore  our  journey's  thro',  Hap-py  day!     all     is  well! 

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Why  should  we  think  to   earn    a  great  re-ward,   If     we  now  shun  the  fight? 
Where  none  shall  come  to  hurt  or  make  a-fraid;  There  the  Saints  will  be  blessed. 
We      then   are  free  from  toil  and    sor- row  too;  With  the  just    we  shall  dwell. 


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us  for-sake;  And  soon  we'll  have  this  truth  to  tell —  All  is  well!  all  is  well! 

God  and  King;  A-bove  the  rest  these  words  we'll  tell — All  is  well!  all  is  well! 

rest  ob  -  tain;  0  how  we'll  make  this  cho-rus  swell —  All  is  well!  all  is  well! 


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No.  23.      Zion  Stands  With  Hills  Surrounded. 


KELLY. 

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No.  24. 


Jerusalem  the  Golden. 


ST.  BERNABD,  A.  D.  1150. 

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2.  They  stand,  those  halls  of     Zi    -    on,     All    ju    -    bi  -  lant    with 
3.  And  they  who  with    their  Lead  -  er      Have  con-quer'd     in      the 
4.  Oh,   sweet  and   bless  -  ed     coun  -  try,     The  home    of    God's     e   - 

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The  shout    of    them    that  tri  -  umph,  The    song    of     them  that  feast. 
Oh,    roy  -  al     land      of    flow  -  ers!    Oh,    realm  and    home    of    life! 
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Love  at  Home. 


1.  There  is  beau-ty    all     around,  When  there's  love  at  home;  There  is  joy     n 

2.  In      the  cot-tage  there  is  joy,  When  there's  love  at  home;  Hate  and  en  -yy 

3.  Kind-ly  heav-en  smiles  a-bove,  When  there's  love  at  home;  All  the  world  is 


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Oh,  there's  One  who  smiles  on  high,  When  there's  love  at  home. 


No.  26. 


E.  B.  WELLS. 


Our  Mountain  Home  So  Dear. 

(Transposed.) 


E.  STEPHENS. 


1.  Our  moun-tain  home    so   dear,  Where  cry-stal  wa  -  ters  clear  Flow   ev  -  er 

2.  We'll  roam  the  ver-  dant  hills,  And  by    the  spark  -  ling  rills  Pluck  the  wild 

3.  In       syl  -  van  depth  and  shade,   In    for  -  est  and       in  glade,  Where'er  we 

4.  The  stream-let,  flow'r  and    sod,  Be  -  speak  the  works  of    God ;  And  all  com- 

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,No.  27.  Gome,  0  Thou  King  of  Kings. 

P.  P.  PRATT. 


1.  Come,   0     Thou  King  of    kings—  We're  wait  -  ed      long  for   Thee,—  With 

2.  Come,  make   an  end   of    sin,        And  cleanse  the     earth  by   fire,       And 

3.  Ho  -  san  -  nas  now  shall  sound    From    all     the     ran-somed  throng,  And 

4.  Hail!  Prince    of  Life    and  Peace!  Thrice  wel  -  come  to    Thy  throne!  While 


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Gome,  0  Thou  King  of  Kings. 


heal  -ing  in    Thy    wings,     To    set  Thypeo-ple  free;  Come,  Thou           de- 
right-eous-ness  bring  in,       That  Saints  may  tune  the  lyre,  With  songs          of 
glo  •  ry    ech  -  o  round        A     new   tri-umph  -  al  song;  The  wide             ex- 
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joj,  a     hap     •     pier  strain,  To   wel-come  in    Thy  peace  -  ful  reign, 

panse          of    heav     -      en     fill     With   an-thems  sweet  from  Zi  -  on's  hill, 

na      -  tions  bow          the  knee,   And    ev  -  'ry  tongue  sounds  praise  to  Thee. 


No.  28 


Invocation. 


W.  G.  BICKLBY. 

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As  we  have  here  assembled  to  sing  Thy  praise,  Oh,  Lord,  And  from  Thy  ho-ly 


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of  Thy  love,      So  that  our  hearts  and  voi  -  ces  shall  reach  Thy  throne  above 


No,  29. 


Did  You  Think  to  Pray? 


1.  Ere     you    left  your  room  this  morn  -  ing,       Did     you  think     to      pray? 

2.  When  your  heart  was  filled  with  an   -  ger,       Did     you  think     to  ,«  pray? 

3.  When  sore   tri  -  als  came  UD  -  on        vou.       Did     vou  think     to      Drav? 


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Did     you  plead  for  grace,  my  broth-er,    That  you  might  forgive  an  -  oth  -  er 
When  your  soul  was  full  of    sor  -  row,  Balm   of  Gil  -  ead  did  you  bor  -  row 


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No.  30. 

G.  M. 

Joseph  Smith's  First  Prayer. 

(Transposed.) 

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2.  Humbly  kneeling,  sweet  ap-peal  -  ing  —  'Twas  the  boy's  first  ut-tered  pray'r  — 
3.  Sud-den  -  ly     a    light  de-scend  -  ed,  Brighter  far  than  noon-day    sun, 
4.  "Joseph,  this  is     my     Be  -lov  -  ed,  Hear  Him!"  oh,  how  sweet  the  word! 

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When  the  pow'rs  of  sin     as  -  sail  -  ing     Filled  his  soul    with  deep  de  -  spalr, 
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While  ap-peared  two  heav'n-ly  be  -  ings,  God  the  Fa  -  ther  and  the  Son. 
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CLOSING  HYMNS. 


No.  31.                   God  Be  With  You. 

J.  E.  RANKIN.                                    (Transposed.)                                    W.  G.  TOMER. 

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1.  God      be  with   you   till     we  meet 
2.  God      be  with   you   till     we  meet 
3.  God      be  with  you   till    we  meet 

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a  -  gain,      By      His  coun-sels  guide,  up- 
a  -  gain,      When  life's  per  -  ils  thick  con- 
a  -  gain,      Keep  love's  ban-ner  float-ing 

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hold    you,      With  His  sheep  secure-ly    fold    you,      God      be  with  you  till  we 
found  you,      Put    His  arms  un-f  ail-ing  round  you,      God      be  with  you  till  we 
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No.  32. 

KlKKHAM. 

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1.  How   firm       a      foun  -  da  -   tion,     ye      saints      of       the     Lord,        Is 

2.  In        ev    -  'ry      con   -  di   -   tion,     in       sick   -  ness,    in     health,       In 

3.  Fear  not,       I        am     with     thee,     0        be         not      dia  -  mayed,       For 


4.  When  thro'  the     deep     wa  -  ters       I         call       thee      to       go, 


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5.  The     soul     that     on       Je   -  sus      hath    leaned    for      re   -   pose 


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for  your  faith    in     His     ex    -    eel- lent  word!  What  more   can   He 
er  -  ty's  vale     or      a  -  bound  -  ing    in  wealth,  At      home    or      a- 
am     thy   God,  and   will    still      give  thee  aid;     I'll    strengthen  thee, 
era     of    sor  -  row  shall  not      thee  o'er -flow,   For      I      will    be 
not,     I      can  -  not,     de  -  sert       to     His    foes;  That  soul,  tho'     all 

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say  than  to  you  He  hath  said,  You  who  un  -  to  Je  -  sus,  you 
broad,  on  the  land  or  the  sea,  As  thy  days  may  de  -  mand,  as  thy 
help  thee,  and  cause  thee  to  stand,  Up  -  held  by  my  right-eous,  up- 
with  thee,  thy  troub  -  les  to  bless,  And  sane  -  ti  -  f y  to  thee,  and 
hell  should  en  -  deav  -  or  to  shake,  I'll  nev  -  er,  no,  ney  -  er,  I'll 


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who      un  -  to    Je  -   BUS,  You  who  un  -  to    Je  -  BUS  for  ref  -  uge  have  fled, 
days    may  de-mand,   As  thy  days  may  demand,    so  thy  sue  •  cor  shall  be. 
held      by  my  right-eous,  Up-held    by  my  right-eous,  om-nip  -  o  -  tent  hand, 
sane  -  ti  -  fy    to     thee,  And  sanc-ti  -  fy    to     thee  thy  deep  -  est  dis-tress. 
nev  •  er,    no,   nev  -  er,  I'll  nev  -  er,  no,  nev  -  er,   no,  nev  -  er  for -sake! 

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No.  33. 

W.  W.  PHKLPB. 


Praise  to  the  Man. 

(Transposed.) 


1.  Praise  to    the  man    who  com-muned  with  Je  -  ho   -    vah!  Je  -   sus     a- 

2.  Praise  to    his  mem  -  'ry,     he    died     as       a  mar  -  tyr,  Hon  -  ored    and 

3.  Great  is     his  glo   -     ry,    and    end  -  less  his  Priest-hood,  Ev    -    er    and 

4.  Sac    -  ri  -fice  brings  forth  the  bless  -  ings  of  heav  -    en;  Earth  must    a- 


J=C=3P=fc=tqt=f=:! 

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noint  -  ed  "that    Proph  -  et     and    Seer"  —  Bless  -  ed 


o    -    pen    the 


blest  be  his  ev  •  er  great  name!  Long  shall  his  blood,  which  was 
ev  •  er  the  keys  he  will  hold;  Faith  -  ful  and  true  he  will 
tone  for  the  blood  of  that  man;  Wake  up  the  world  for  the 


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last  dis  •  pen  -  sa  -   tion;  Kings  shall  ex-  tol    him,  and    na  -  tions  re  -  vere. 
shed   by     as  -  sas  -  sins;  Stain    11   -  li  -  nois,  while  the  earth  lauds  his  fame. 
en  •  ter    hia      king  •  dom,  Crowned  in  the  midst  of    the  Proph-ets    of    old. 
con  •  flict   of      jus  -  tice;  Mil  -  lions  shall  know  "broth-er  Jo  -  seph"  a  -  gain. 

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Praise  to  the  Man. 


ty  -   rants  now    fight  him  in   vain; Min  -  gling  with   Gods,    he    can 


plan  for  his    brethren;  Death  can  -  not  con-quer    the    he 

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No.  34. 

EDWARD  PKRBONET. 


All  Hail  the  Power. 

Crown  Him  Lord. 


OLIVE*  HOLDBW. 


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No.  35.        Lord,  We  Ask  Thee,  Ere  We  Part. 


GEO.  MJLNWABING. 


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our  fol  -  lies,  Lord,  for  -  give, 

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We  would  all     Thy    laws  ful  -  fill; 
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MONTGOMERY. 
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The  Spirit  of  God 

Like  a  Fire. 

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No.  39.  Nearer,  My  God  to  Thee. 

SARAH  F.  ADAMS.  DR.  LOWELL  MASON. 


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No.  40. 


for  the  Strength  of  the  Hills. 


Altered  by  E.  L.  SLOAN. 
Maestoso. 


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E.  STIPHENS. 


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1.  For    the  strength  of  the  hills  we  bless  Thee,  Our       God,  our  fa-ther's  God; 

2.  At      the  hands  of         foul  op  -  press-ors,     We've  borne  and  suf-fered  long; 

3.  Thou  hast  led    us        here  in    safe  -  ty,     Where  the  mountain  bulwark  stands, 

4.  For     the  shad-ow          of  Thy  pres  -  ence,  Our    camp    of  rock  o'er-spread; 


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Thou  hast  been  our  help  in     weak  -  ness,  And  Thy  pow'r  hath  made  us  strong; 
As     the  guar-dian  of    the  loved    ones  Thou  hast  brought  from  ma-ny  lands; 
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For  the  rock  and  for  the  riv  -  er,  The 


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wear  -  i  -  ness     we  trod; 
val  -  ley's  fer  -  tile  sod; 


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No.  41.    We  Thank  Thee,  0  God,  for  a  Prophet. 


MBB.  NORTON. 


1.  We   thank  Thee,     0     God,  for      a  Proph  -  et, 

2.  When  dark  clouds  of    troub-le     hang  o'er        us 

3.  We'll   sing    of      His  good-ness  and  mer    -    cy, 


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peace     to     de-  stroy,   There     is  hope   smil-ing    bright  -  ly    be-  fore  us, 

day      and    by  night,      Re     -     joice     in    His    glo    -    ri  -  ous  Gos  -  pel, 

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And  we  know  that  de  -  liv-'rance   is   nigh;  We   doubt  not  the  Lord,  nor  His 
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he        hon  -  est       and  faith  -  ful     will    go,            While 

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No.  42. 

A    M    TCPLADY. 

Rock  of  Ages. 

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Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings  flow;  Praise  Him,  all  creatures  here  be-low; 

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J  HN  JAQUES. 

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Is  count  -  ed  but  dross     and    ref  -  use. 

Tis  an  aim        for  the    no  -   blest   de  -  sire. 

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W.  W.  PHELPS. 


Now  Let  Us  Rejoice. 

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1.  Now  let    us    re  -  joice  in    the  day    of    sal  -  va  -  tion,  No    Ion  -  ger    as 

2.  We'll  love  one  an  -  oth  -  er,  and  nev  -  er  dis  -  sem-  ble,  But  cease  to     do 

3.  In    faith  we'll  re  -  ly     on  the    arm    of    Je  -  ho  -  vah  To  guide  thro'  these 


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last    days  of    troub  -  le     and    gloom,     And,     aft  -  er    the    scour-ges  and 


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fear-  ing  and  trem-ble,  We'll  watch  for  the  day  when  the  Sav-iour  will  come; 
har  -  vest  are  o  -  ver,  We'll  rise  with  the  just  when  the  Sav-iour  doth  come. 


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that  was  promised  the  Saints  will  be  giv  -  en,  And  none  will  mo- 
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WALTER  SHIRLEY. 


JEAN  JACQCES  ROUSSEAU. 


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1.  Lord,  dis-miss    us    with  Thy    bless- ing;  Fill     our  hearts  with  joy   and  peace; 

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No.  47. 

Wesley  Collection. 


Gome,  Let  Us  Anew. 

(Transposed.) 


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1.  Come,      let 
2.  Our         life 
S.  0    that  each 

us        a  •  new      our           jour  •  ney     pur  -  sue,      Roll 
as        a  dream,    our            time     as        a  stream,    Glides 
in       the  day       of     His    com  -  ing    may  say,    "I    have 

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High  on  the  Mountain  Top. 

J.  H.  JOHNSON. 

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2.  For    God      re  -  mem  -  bera  still    His  prom  -  ise  made  of      old,       That 

3.  His  house  shall  there    be  reared,  His   glo   -   ry        to  dia  -  play;    And 

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truth  and  wisdom  fraught,  To  govern  all    the  earth;  For-ev  -  er      there  His 


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Guide  Us,  0  Thou  Great  Jehovah. 


ANNIE  F.  HARRISOW. 


1.  Guide  me,    0    Thou  great    Je  -  ho  -  vah,  Lead  us     to     the  prom  -  ised  land, 

2.  0  -  pen,  Je  -  BUS,    Zi  -    on's  foun-tains,  Let  her  rich  -  est  bless  -  ings  come, 

3.  When  the  earth  be  -  gins    to    trem  -  ble,  Bid  our  fear  -  ful  tho'ts     be    still; 


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Let  the  fier  -  7,  cloud  -  y  pil  -  lar  Guard  us  to  this  ho  -  ly  home. 
When  Thy  judgments  spread  de-struc-tion,  Keep  us  safe  on  Zi  -  on's  hill. 


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Ho    -   ly    Spir-it,     Ho  -  ly      Spir-it,  Feed  us  till    the  Stv  -  iour  comes. 

Great  Re-deem -er,  Great  Re  -  deem  -  er,  Bring,  0  bring  the  wel-come  day! 

Sing  -  ing  prais  -  es,  Sing  -  ing  prais  -  es,  Songs  of  glo  -  ry  un  -  to     Thee. 

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Ho  -    ly    Spir  -  it,    Ho    -  ly    Spir  -  it,  Feed  us    till    the    Sav  -  iour  cornea. 
Great  Re-deem  -  er,  Great   Re  -  deem-er,  Bring,  0    bring  the   wel-come  day! 
Sing  -  ing  prais  -  es,  Sing  -  ing  prais-es,  Songs  of    glo  -  ry    un   -    to    Thee. 


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3.  What  tho',       if       the      fa    -    vor      of        Ah  -  man  pos  -    sess  -  ing, 

4.  Be      fixed      in     your    pur    -   pose,  for       Sa  -    tan  will      try       you, 

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E.  8. 


Allegretto  marcato. 


Let  Us  All  Press  On. 

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3.  We  will  not     re-treat,  tho'  our  numbers  may  be  few,  When  compared  with  the 
3.  If     we    do  what's  right  we  have  no   ...  need  to  fear,  For  the  Lord,   our  . . 


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The        might  -  y        sword  of    truth.      Fear       not,  tho'  the  en  -  e  -  my    de- 

In    the    glo  -  ri  -  ous  cause  of    truth. 

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No.  52.         Improve  the  Shining  Moments. 


R  B.  BAIRD. 


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2.  Time  flies     on   wings     of  light  -  ning,  We      can  -  not    call    it     back; 

3.  As       win  -  ter   time    doth      fol  -   low  The    pleas  -  ant   sum-raer  days, 

4.  Im  -  prove  each  shin  -  ing      mo  -  ment;  In      this      you    are    se  -  cure, 


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And  if  we  are  not  mind  -  ful,  The  chance  will  fade  a  -  way; 
Then  should  we  not  en  -  deav  -  or  Each  day  some  point  to  gain, 
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Parting  Hymn. 


E.  BEKSLKY. 


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2.  Praise  Him    for  His     mer  -  cy,  Praise  Him      for  His    love; 

3.  Je    -    sus,    our  Re  -  deem  -  er,  Now  our    prais  -  es      hear; 


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While  we  bow  be  -  fore  Thee,  Lend  §  list  -  'ning  ear. 


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Let        our  hap  -  py       voi      -      ces 
Save        us,  Lord,  from      er     -      ror, 


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hall  we  meet     in    that  blest  harbor,  When  our  storm  -  y  voy-age's  o'er? 
hall  we  meet    in    yon  -  der  cit  -  y,    Where  the  towr'a  of  crys-tal  shine? 
hall  we  meet  with  Christ,  our  Savior,  When  He  comes  to  claim  His  own? 

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J.  D. 


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2.  Had      we  not  be-fore  the   Cos   •  pel?      Yes — had  several  taught  by  men. 

3.  Where  so  long  has  been  the  Gos  -   pel?      Did       it    on  the  earth  re  -  main? 


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Then   what  is  this  lat-ter  Gos    -     pel?    'Tis       the  first  one  come  a-  gain. 
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This    was  preached  by  Paul  and  Pet-er,       And    by   Je-  BUS  Christ,  the  head; 
What    be-came  of  the  de  -  part  -  ed,      Who  heard  not  the  Cos-pel    plan? 

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To        all  men,  all  tongues  and  na  -  tions,  That    up  -  on    its  face  are  spread. 
This     we  lat  -  ter  Saints  are  preaching  —  We    their  foot-steps  wish  to  tread. 
Je  -    sus  preached  to  souls  in  per  -  son,     What    He  taught  on  earth  to  man. 

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No.  56. 


WATTS. 


Gome,  Dearest  Lord. 

Transposed.! 


B.  STBPHBN8. 


1.  Come,  dear  -  est 

2.  Come,  fill      our 

3.  Now    to       the 


Lord, 
hearts 
God, 


de    •   scend 
with      in 
whose  power 


and       dwell,  By 

ward    strength;      Make 
can      do  More 


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faith      and    love  in       ev 

our        en  -  larg    -      ing     souls 
than      our     thoughts   or      wish 


'ry  breast;  Then  shall  we 
pos  -  sess  And  learn  the 
es  know,  Be  ev  -  er- 


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know,          and    taste,        and    feel 
height,        and    breadth,    and  length, 
last      -      ing     hon    -      or    done, 


The 
And 
By 


joys  that  can  -  not 
depth  of  Thine  un- 
§11  the  Church,  thro' 


be  ex  -  pressed,  The  joys  that  can  -  not  be  ex  -  pressed, 
meas-ured  grace,  And  depth  of  Thine  un  -  meas-ured  grace. 
Christ,  His  Son,  By  all  the  Church,  thro'  Christ,  His  Son. 


No.  57. 


Abide  With  Me. 


WILLIAM  HBNKY 


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2.  Swift    to     its    close    ebbs   out    life's     lit  -  tie     day;    Earth's  joys  grow 

3.  Hold  Thou  Thy  cross    be  -  fore    my     clos  -  ing  eyes;    Shine     thro'  the 

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gloom  and  point  me  to 


a  -  bide!  When  oth  •  er  help  -  ers 
a  -  way;  Change  and  de  -  cay  in 
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fail,   and  corn-forts  flee,   Help    of    the  help -less,  0  a  -  bide  with  me! 

all       a -round  I      see;    0      Thou,  who  chang-est  not,  a  -  bide  with  me! 

earth's  vain  shadows  flee;  In      life,    in  death,  0  Lord,  a  -  bide  with  me! 


pn 


(No.  58. 


EDWARD  HOPPBR. 


Jesus,  -Savior,  Pilot  Me. 


J.  E.  GOULD. 


Je  -  BUS,  Sav  -  ior,    pi  -   lot    me,      0  -  ver  life's    tern  -  pestuous   sea; 

As     a    moth  -  er    stills   her  child,  Thou  canst  hush  the     o  -  cean  wild; 

When  at  last      I     near    the  shore,  And  the  fear  -  ful  break-ers  roar, 

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Jesus,  Savior,  Pilot  Me. 


Un-known  waves  be  -  fore  me  roll, 
Boist'rous  waves  o  -  bey  Thy  will, 
Twixt  me  and  the  peace-ful  rest, 


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Hid  -  ing  rocks  and  treach'rous  shoal; 
When  Thou  say'st  to  them,  "Be  still!" 
Then,  while  lean  -  ing  on  Thy  breast, 


I 

Chart  and  com  -pass  came  from  Thee;     Je  -  sus,  Sav  -  ior,  pi  -  lot  me. 

Chart  and  com  -pass  came  from  Thee;    Je  -  sus,  Sav  -  ior,  pi  -  lot  me. 

May    I     hear  Thee   say     to      me,     "Fear  not,  1       will  pi  -  lot  thee." 


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No.  59. 

J.  D.  BURNS 

Still,  Still  With  Thee. 

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1.  Still,  still  with    Thee,  my    God,        I  would    de  -  sire      to 
2.  With  Thee  when  dawn  cornea  in,      And  calls    me     back    to 
3.  With  Thee  when  day       is    done,    And  even  -  ing    calms  the 

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By    day,   by  night,  at  home,    a  -  broad,   I  would    be     still    with  Thee. 
Each  day    re  -  turn  -  ing    I        be  -  gin,  With  Thee,  my  God,     In    prayer. 
The    set  -  ting,  as    the   ria  -  ing    sun,  With  Thee,  my  heart  would  find. 


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No.  60.  Nearer,  Dear  Savior,  to  Thee. 

J.  L.  TOWNBHKND.  WILLIAM  CLAYSON. 


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1.  Near-er,  dear  Sav  -  ior,  to  Thee,  Near  -  er,  near  -  er  to  Thee; 

2.  Near-er,  dear  Sav  -  ior,  to  Thee,  Near  -  er,  near  -  er  to  Thee; 

3.  Near-er,  dear  Sav  -  ior,  to  Thee,  Near  -  er,  near  -  er  to  Thee; 

4.  Near-er,  dear  Sav  -  ior,  to  Thee,  Near  -  er,  near  -  er  to  Thee; 


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Ev  -  er      my    an-them  will  be 

Let    me     by     ho  -  li  -  ness  be 


Near  -  er,   yet  near  -  er  to  Thee! 

Near  -  er,   yet  near  -  er  to  Thee! 

Near-er,   yet  near  -  er  to  Thee! 

Near  -  er,   yet  near  -  er  to  Thee! 


Trust  -  ing,  in  Thee      I    con  -  fide,  Hop  •  ing,    in  Thee      I  a  -  bide— 

Hum  -  bly      I  come     to  Thee  now,  Ear  -  nest,    I  pray'r-ful  -  ly    bow— 

Lov  -  ing  Thee,  ev  -  er       I    pray,  Aid       me    Thy  will     to  o  -  bey— 

When    all    my  tri  -  als     are  done,  When    my     re-ward      I  have   won, 


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Take,  0      take    and       cher  -  ish    me,    Near  -  er,  dear  Sav-ior,  to  Thee! 

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No.  61. 


Jesus,  Lover  of  My  Soul. 


C   WKIUKY. 

Soprano  and  Alto. 


J.  P.  HOLBROOK.    Arr. 


1.  Je  -  sus,  Lov  -  er    of    my   soul, 

2.  Je  -  sus,  mer  -  ci  -  ful  and   mild, 

3.  Je  -  sus,  Friend  and  Help-er  mine, 


Let      me     to    Thy  bos  -  om  fly, 
Lead    me     as      a  help  -  less  child; 
Hast  Thou  made  me  tru  -  ly  Thine? 


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While  the  bil  -  lows  itar  me  roll,  While  the  tern  -  pest  still  is  high; 
On  no  oth  •  er  arm  but  Thine  Would  my  wea  -  ry  soul  re  -  cline; 
By  the  path  Thy  feet  have  trod,  Lead  me  dai  -  ly  near  -  er  God. 


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Hide  me,  0  my 
Thou  art  read  -  y 
Hear,  0  hear  my 


Sav  -  ior,  hide, 
to  for  -  give, 
ten  -  der  prayer; 


Till  the  storm  of     life    is  past; 
Thou  dost  bid    the  sin  -  ner  lire  — 
Let     me  His    own  im  -  age  bear; 


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Safe  in  -  to  the 
Guide  the  wan-d'rer 
Let  me  love  Him 


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by  day, 
and  more, 


Oh,  re-ceive  my  soul  at  last. 
In  the  straight  and  nar-row  way. 
Till  I  reach  heavVs  blissful  short. 


No.  62. 


The  Morning  Light 


SAMUEL  SMITH. 


GEO.  WEBB. 


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1.  The  morn-ing  light  is  breaking,  The  darkness  disappears;  The  sons  of  earth  are 

2.  See  heathen  na-tions  bend-ing  Before  the  God  of  love,  And  thousand  hearts  as- 

3.  Blest  riv  -  er  of  sal  -  va  -  tion,  Pursue  thy  onward  way;  Flow  thou  to  ev  -  *ry 


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wak  -  ing  To    pen-i-tential  tears.  Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean  Brings  tidings 
cend  -  ing  In  grat-i-tude  a-bove;  While  sin-ners,  now  re-pent-ing,  The  gospel'a 
na  -  tion,  Nor  in  thy  richness  stay.  Stay  not  till  all  the  low  -  ly,    Tri-umph-ant 

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call  o  •  bey,  And  seek  a  Sav-ior's  bless-ing,  A  na-tion  in  a  day. 
reach  their  home;  Stay  not  till  all  the  ho  -  ly  Proclaim,"The  Lord  is  come.' 


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No.  63. 


Gome,  Said  Jesus. 


A.  L.  BABBAULD. 


Old  Tune. 
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1.  Come,  said    Je  -  sus'    sa  -  cred    voice,  Come,  and    make  my  paths  your  choice; 

2.  Thou,  who  homeless,  sole,  for  -  lorn,    Long  hast  born  the  proud  world's  scorn, 

3.  Ye      who  tossed  on   beds    of      pain,     Seek  for    ease,   but  seek     in   vain, 

4.  Sin  -  ners,  come,   for  here     is    found    Balm  that  flows  from  ev  -  'ry  wound — 


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I      will  guide  you    to  your  home,  Wea    -     ry      pil  -  grim,  hith  -  er    come. 
Long  hast  roam'd  the  bar  -  ren  waste,  Wea    -    ry      pil  -  grim,  hith  -  er   haste. 
Ye  whose  swoll'n  and  sleepless  eyes    Watch      to      see      the    morn-ing   rise. 
Peace  that  er  -  er  shall  en  -  dure,  Rest        e    -    ter  -  nal,    sa  -  cred,  sure. 

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No.  64. 


0  Worship  the  Kin£. 


SIR  ROBBRT  GBANT. 


FBANCIS  JOSEPH  HAYDH. 


1.  0    wor-ship    the    King      all  -  glo  -  rious  a  -  bove,  And  grate-ful  -  ly 

2.  Thy  boun  -  tl  -  ful    care,  what  tongue  can  re  -  cite?  It  breathes  in  the 

3.  Frail  chil-dren  of    dust,     and    fee  -  ble    as    frail,  In    Thee     do  we 

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air,        it    shinas     in       the   light,     It  streams  from  the    hills,     it        de- 
trust,  nor    find     Thee      to    fall;      Thy  mer  -  cies,  how  ten  -  der!    how 

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An  -  cient  of    days,     Pa-vill-ion'd  in    splendor,    and    gird  -  ed  with  praise, 
scends  to  the    plain,    And  sweetly    dis  -  tills    in     the     dew  and  the  rain, 
firm     to     the     end!    Our  Ma  -  ker,  De  -  fend-er,     Re  -  deem  -  er  and  Friend. 


No.  65.        Mushed  Was  the  Evening  Hymn. 


J.  D.   BURMS. 


SIB  AKTHUB  SULLIVAN. 


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1.  Hush'd  was    the    ev'n  -  ing  hymn,  The    tern  -  pie  courts  were  dark;      The 

2.  The        old   man    meek   and  mild,  The  priest   of     Is  -  rael     slept,      His 

3.  Oh,       give  me     Sam-uel'sear — The      o  -  pen   ear,     0       Lord!      A- 


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watch  the  tern  -  pie  child,  The  lit  -  tie  Lev  -  ite  kept,  And  what  from 
live  and  quick  to  hear  Each  whis-per  of  Thy  word;  Like  him  to 


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ly      a     voice   di  -  vine  Rang   thro'     the      si  -  lence     of         the     shrine. 
E  -   li's  sense  was  sealed  The    Lord      to     Han  -  nah'a     son        re  -  Vealed. 
an  -  swer    at    Thy  call,  And      to        o    -  bey    Thee     first        of        all. 

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No.  66. 


The  Rising  Sun. 


L.  BACON. 


JUDETH  KKYSOB. 


^&"T   •  —ex j — •—-— - 

1.  The  rising  sun  has  chased  the  night,  And  brought  again  the  cheer  -  ing  light; 

2.  We  laid  us  down  and  sweetly  slept;  The  Lord  our  souls  in   safe    -   ty    kept; 

3.  We  know  not  what  His  will  ordains,  But  'tis  our  joy  that    Je     -    sus  reigns; 


The  Rising  Sun. 


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.This  mer-cy   mul  -  ti  -  plies  our  days,  And  calls  us    to     re  -  new      our  praise. 
We  wake,  His  goodness  to  pro-claim,  And  sing  new  hon-ors  to        His  name. 
Tho'  dangers,  snares  and  foes  a-bound,  E  -  ter-nal  arms  will  us         sur-round. 


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.  67. 


L.   LULA  G.    KlCHABDS. 


My  Friend 


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1.  My  Friend,  I    look  to  Thee  most  kind  and    true,  To 

2.  I     have    no  pow'r  to  fill  life's  great   de  -  sign,  Save 
8.  Sure    is   Thy  prom-ise  true  to       all    who  hear,   And 


shield  and  com  -  fort 

as      I    learn  Thy 

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thro*  Dark-  ness  and  death  extend  with  wild  in-creaie, 
mine,  Help    me     to    un-der-stand  Thy  faint-est  call; 
fear,     So      all  life's  jonr-ney  thro'  un  -    til  the  end, 

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And     still  with  Thee,  my  Friend,  is  perfect  peace,    Is     per  -   feet      peace. 
Let       me    but  touch  Thy  hand,  I  shall  not    fall,        I     shall      not       fall. 
I'll      trust  Thy  love  most  true,  my  per-fect]  Friend,  My    per  -    feet    Friend. 


j^o.  68.               An  Angel  from 

Andante.                                (Transposed.) 

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2.  Seal'd  by    Mo  -  ro  -  ni's    hand, 

3.  It    speaks  of  Jo  •  soph's  seed, 


The  long,  long  si  -  lence  broke;      De- 
It      has     for    a  -  ges      lain,        To 
And  makes  the  rem  -  nant  known      Of 


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scend-  ing  from    the      sky, 
wait      the  Lord's  com  -  mand, 
na  -  tions  long  since    dead, 


These  gra  -  cious  words    he    ipoke: 
From  dust     to      speak    a  -  gain. 
Who    once    had    dwelt     a  -  lono. 


Lo!  in  Cu  -  mo  -  rah's  lone-ly  hill,  A  sa  -  cred  rec  -  ord  lies  conceal'd. 
It  shall  a  -  gain  to  light  come  forth,  To  usher  in  Christ's  reign  on  earth. 
The  ful  -  ness  of  the  GOB  -  pel,  too,  Its  pa  -  ges  will  re  -  veal  to  view. 

J_J_     J    ,    ii,,    _J_.U,L 


Lo!    in    Cu  -  mo-rah's  lone-ly  hill,  A      sa  -  cred    re  -  cord  lies  con-ceal'd. 
It    shall  again  to  light  come  forth,  To    ush  -  er    in  Christ's  reign  on  earth. 
The  ful  -  ness  of    the  Gospel,  too,  Its  pa  -  ges  will    re  -  veal    to  view. 


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1.  Where  the  voice   of  friendship's  heard,  Sounding  like       a  sweet- toned  bird; 

2.  Where  the  wea  -  ry  find       a    home;  Where  the  wild  deer  fear -less  roam; 

3.  Where  the  tern  -  pie-block    is    laid;    Where  no  foe    shall  e'er    in  -  vade; 

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Where  the  mel  -  low  fruit  -  tree  grows;  Where  the    gol  -  den  bar-  vest  flows; 
Where  the  Priesthood's  pow'r  shall  claim  All    that  heav'n   and  earth  can  name; 

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Where  the    bee,  the   grape  and  kine    Yield   their  hon  -  ey,    milk  and  wine; 

Where  the  judge  by    just  -  ice  rules;  Where  the   counselors  are  no    fools; 

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Where  the  curse  from  earth  shall  flee,    There  may    all      the  faith  -  ful    be. 
Where  the  poor  shall  judg-ment    see,    There  may     all      the  faith  -  ful    be. 

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Wipe  the  tears  from  ev  -  'ry  face,  Fill  up  ev  -  'ry  soul  with  love. 


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No.  71. 

W.    G.    HlCKSON. 


God  Speed  the  Right. 


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1.  Now     to  heav'n  our  pray'r    as  -  cend  -  ing,     God     speed    the  right; 

2.  Be    that  pray'r    a    -  gain     re  -  peat  -  ed,     God      speed    the  right; 

3.  Pa  -  tient,  firm,    and     per  -  se   -  ver  -  ing,     God      speed    the  right; 

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Ne'er     des  -  pair  -  ing,    tho'       de  -  feat  -  ed,      God      speed   the  right. 
Ne'er    th*  e  -  vent   nor    dan  -  ger    fear  -  ing,      God     speed    the  right. 


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Like         the  great    and    good     in       sto  -  ry,        if  we     fail,    we 

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God  speed  the  right. 
God  speed  the  right. 
God  speed  the  right. 


No.  72.       I  Know  That  My  Redeemer  Lives. 


MEDLEY. 
Largo. 


L.  D.  EDWARDS. 


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1.  I    know  that  my    Re  -  deem-er  lives;  When  comfort  this  sweet  sentence  gives! 

2.  He   lives   to  grant  me     rich   sup  -  ply,  He  lives   to  guide    me  with   His  eye, 

3.  He  lives,  my  kind,  wise,  heav*nly  friend,  He  lives,  and  loves  me    to    the   end, 

4.  He   lives,  all   glo  -  ry     to    His  name!   He  lives,  my  Je  -  sus,  still  the  same; 
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He  lives,  He  lives,  who  once  was  dead; 
He  lives    to  comfort  me  when  faint, 
He  liyes,  and  while  He  lives  I'll  sing, 
0   the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 


He  lives,  myev-er  liv-ing  head. 
He   lives   to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 
He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest  and  King. 
'I     know  that  my  Re-deem-er  lives." 


Alto. 

He    lives  to  bless  me  with  His  love, 

He    lives  to    si-lence  all  my   fears, 

He     lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath, 

He     lives,  all  glo-ryto  His   name! 

Tenor. 


He  lives  to  plead  for  me  a  -  bove, 

He  lives   to  wipe  a-  way  my  tears, 

He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death, 

He  lives,  my  Je-sus,  still  the  same; 

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He    lives  my  hungry  soul  to  feed,        He     lives  to  bless  in  time  of  need. 
He    lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart,     He    lives,  all  blessings  to  im  -  part. 
He    lives,  my  mansion  to  pre  -  pare,      He    lives,  to  bring  me  safe-ly.  there. 
0     the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives,  "I    know  that  my  Re-deem-  er  lives!" 


God  Bless  Our  Mountain  Home. 


Duet. 


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2.  Fanned  by  the  cool,    soft  mountain   air,      The  val  -  leys    turn  with  beau-ties 

3.  May  no  in  -  trud    -  ing  hos  -  tile    band,    E'er  des  -  e  -  crate   our  beauteous 


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2.  Give  me  the  heart  that  fain  would  hide  —  Would  fain  another's 
3.  Then  speak  no  ill,    but  le  -  nient  be      To    oth-er's  fail  -  ing 

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How  can  it    please   the  hu  -  man  pride     To  prove  hu-man  -  i  - 
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No,     let    us  reach  a  higher  mood  —  A  no  -  bier  es      -      ti  -  n 
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Then,  0  the  lit  -  tie  time  we  stay,     Let's  speak  os  all      the  be 

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No.  76. 

C.  E.  L. 

With  expression. 


Jesus,  My  Savior. 


Arr.  by  C.  E.  LESLIE. 


1.  Je  -  BUS,  mySar-ior,       Let    me  hear  Thy  gen-tie  voice;   Teach    me    to 

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Faith  will  strength-en    ev  -  'ry  pray'r;     Come    to    Him       in    suf  -  f  ring, 

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no.  77.     When  Pirst  the  Glorious  Light  of  Truth. 

WM.  CLAYTON. 


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When  first  the  glo-rious  light  of  truth  Burst  forth  in    this   last  age,     How 
How  ma  -  ny    on  Mis  -  sou  -  ri's  plains  Were  left  in  death's  embrace, — Pure, 
And  in  Nau  -  voo,  the    cit  -  y  where  The  Tern  -  pie  cheered  the  brave,  Hun- 

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hon-est  hearts,  too  good  to  live  In  such  a  wick  -  ed  place;  And  are  they 
dreds  of  faithful  Saints  have  found  A  cold,  yet  peace-  ful  grave;  And  there  they 

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sleep  -  ing  Till  the  res  -  ur-rec  -  tion  day!-  Till  the  res  -  ur-rec  -  tion 

sleep  -  ing  Till  the  res  -  ur-rec  -  tion  day!  Till  the  res  -  ur-rec  -  tion 

glo  -    ries  Of  a  res-  ur-rec -tion  day!  Of     a  res  -  ur-rec  -  tion 

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day! 
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And  in  their  graves  are  sleep-ing 
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the  res  -  ur-rec-tion  day! 

the   res  -  ur-rec-tion  day! 

a    res  -  ur-rec-tion  day! 


No.  78. 


0  Happy  Home. 


A.  C.  SMYTH. 


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1.  0      hap  -py  home!      0      blest    a  -  bode!  Where  saints  com-mun  -  ion 
2.  In      Bab  -  y  -  Ion         I    loathe  to     stay;  Dire    are    the     e    -    vils 
3.  No    love    but  hearts  would  I       re  •  ceive  —  No      oth  •  er    doc  -  trines 

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hold  with  God,    With  -  out     a 

doubt     or    fear;  When  shall    I    reach    thv 

day    by    day      With  -  in     her  pre  -  cincts  dark.  Truth's  brighter  rays    ex- 
e'er    be  -  lieve,    Than  those  by    Je  -  BUS  taught.  I'd    trace  the    path     His 

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pose  the  night,  Each  hon-est  mind  receives  the  light,  And  presses  to  the 
foot-steps  trod,  The  on  -  ly  way  that  leads  to  God;  All  oth  -  er  ways  are 


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After  last  verse. 


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sphere?....          A    more  ex  -  alt    •    ed  sphere? 
mark,  And  press  -  es      to        the  mark, 
naught,  ....        All    oth  -  er    ways     are  naught.          A        -         men. 

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No.  79.       Now  a  Calm  and  Peaceful  Sleep. 

Slow. 


1.  Now    a    calm  and    peace  -  ful    sleep  Spreads  o'er  all  the  glass  -  y 

2.  So     the  earth  shall  find       re  -  pose    From  op-pres  -  sion  and    from 

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Now  a  Calm  and  Peaceful  Sleep. 


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In      the  az  -  ur«    lake    se  -  rene    Like    an  -  oth  -  er    heav'n  is    seen. 
And    an  im  -  aged  heav'n  ap  -  pear    On      our  world    of    dark  -  ness  here. 


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No.  80.       We  Thank  Thee,  Heavenly  Father. 


L.  LULA  GREEN  RICHARDS. 
Moderate. 


LUCY  MAY  G 


1.  We  thank  Thee,  heav'nly    Fa  -  ther,     For    sa  -  cred,    ho  -  ly      ground, 

2.  We  thank  Thee  for    the     tern  -  pies,  Where-in      Thy    peo  -  pie      throng, 

3.  We  thank  Thee  for    the   spread-ing    Of      gos  -  pel  truths  a    -    broad, 

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Where  bless-ings  of  the  gos  -  pel  And  pre  -  cious  gifts  a  -  bound; 
For  friend-ship,  love  and  u  -  nion,  Which  makes  us  glad  and  strong; 
The  light  of  which  shall  van  -  quish  All  ig  -  no  -  ranee  and  fraud, 


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No.  81. 

H.  W.  NAI6BITT. 


Rest  for  the  Weary  Soul. 


GEO.  CARELESS. 


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1.  Rest,    rest,   for  the  wea  -  ry    soul,  Rest,    rest,    for  the  ach  -  ing  head, 

2.  Rest,    rest,   for  the  bat  -  tie's  o'er,  Rest,     rest,    for  the  race      i=     run, 

3.  Peace,  peace,  where  no  strife  intrudes,  Peace,  peace,  where  no  quarrels  come, 


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Rest,  rest,  on  the  hill  -  side,  rest  With  the  great  un  -  count  -  ed  dead. 
Rest,  rest,  where  the  gates  are  closed  With  each  evening's  set  -  ing  sun. 
Peace,  peace,  for  the  end  is  there  Of  our  wild  life's  bus  -  y  hum. 


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4.  Peace,  peace,   the  op-pressed  are  free,  Rest,      rest,     oh,  ye  wea  -   ry,  rest; 

5.  Peace,  peace,  there  is  mu  -  sic's  sound,  Peace,  peace,  till  the  ris   -   ing  sun 

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res  -  ur  -  rec  -  tion  morn   Pro  -  claims     life's  vie  -  fry    won. 
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Anonymous. 

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1.  Si  -   lent  night,    peace  -  ful  night!  All    things  sleep,        shep-herds  keep 
2.  Bright  the  star     shines     a  -  far,    Guid  -  ing    trav'lers     on     their  way, 
3.  Light    a-round!   joy   -  ous  sound!  An  -  gel    voic  -  es  wake    the  air; 

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Watch  on  Bethlehem's  si  -  lent  hill,  And  un  -  seen,  while  all  is  still, 
Who  their  gold  and  in  -  cense  bring,  Of  -  frings  to  the  prom-ised  King, 
'Glo  -  ry  be  to  God  in  heav'n,  Peace  on  earth  to  you  is  giv'n, 


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Sav  -  tor's  come.': 


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No.  83.         God  Moves  In  a  Mysterious  Way. 


COWPKR. 


Arranged  by  E.  D.  MANN. 


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1.  God  moves   in      a    mys  -  ter  -  ious  way,       His  won-ders     to      per  -  form; 

2.  Deep     in     un  -  f ath-  om  -  a  -  able  mines     Of  nev  -  er  -  fail  -  iag    skill, 

3.  Ye     fear- ful  Saints,  fresh  courage  take;    The  clouds  ye     so   much   dread 

4.  Judge  not   the  Lord   by    fee  -  ble     sense,   But  trust  Him  for    His    grace, 

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He  plants  His  foot-ateps   in    the   sea, 
He     treasures    up    His  bright  de-signs, 
Are    big  withmer-cy,   and  shall  break 
Be  -  hind      a  frown-ing  prov  -  i  -  dence, 


And  rides  up  -  on      the    storm. 

And  works  His    sov  -  'reign  will. 

In  bless -ings    on     your  head. 

He  hides     a     smil  -  ing    face. 


No.  84.  Rock  of  My  Refuge. 

TRIO  or  CHORUS. 


Arr.   GATM. 


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2.  Dark  eor  -  row  may  come  with  ma  -  ny    a     sting,  Stern  tri-als   in    life     my 

3.  Till    an  -  gels  of    light  my  summons  shall  bring,  Till  up  -  ward  with  joy  my 


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No.  85. 


J.  CRYSTAL. 


Take  Courage,  Saints. 


MENDELSSOHN. 


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2.  The     dark-est    hour       is    just    be  -fore  the    dawn, 

Yet      who  shall 

3.  Let    not     the    heart      be     sad    at    tri  -  als    here, 

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doubt      the    fast  ap-proach-ing  morn?  Or  when  we    see  the  snow-clad 

e'en        the    Sav  -  ior  suf-fered  ill;  He  bore  the    cru  -  el  thorn,  the 


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of  the  day,  Be  -  hind  the  clouds  as  in  the  cloud-less  sky. 
hedge  and  lawn,  Who  dares  to  say  that  spring  will  ne'er  re  -  turn? 
gall  -  ing  spear,  To  glo  -  rl  -  fy  His  Fa-ther's  ho  -  ly  will. 


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No.  86.   Hail  to  the  Brightness  of  Zion's  Glad  Morning, 

(Transposed.) 


THOS.  HASTINGS. 


E.  F.  PARRY. 


1.  Hail     to  the  bright  -  ness  of  Zi  -    on's  glad  morn  -    ing, 

2.  Hail     to  the  bright  -  ness  of  Zi  -    on's  glad  morn  -    ing, 

3.  Lo!      in  the      des    -  ert  the  rich  flow'rs  are    spring  -  ing, 

4.  Hark!  from  til    lands,  from  the  isles        of  the        o    -    cean, 


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Streams      ev    -    er      co    -    pious       are  glid    -   ing         a     -    long; 


Praise        to         Je  -  ho      -      vah 

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as  -  cend  -  ing       on          high; 
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Hushed     be  the     ac   -   cents      of  ser    -  row  and  mourn  -  ing, 

Hail          to  the  mil    -   lions     from  bond  -  age  re    -   turn  -  ing! 

Loud      from  the  moun  -  tain  -  tops  ech    •  oes  are      ring  -  ing, 

Fall    -    en  are     en  -  gines       of  war  and  com  -  mo  •  tion, 


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Zi     -      on         in        tri   -   amph       be   -  gins         her    glad       reign. 
Gen    -  tiles      and      Jews      the        glad       vi     -    sion      be   -    hold. 
Wastes  rise        in        ver  -   dure       and      min    -    gle       in         song. 


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No.  87.     Sister,  Thou  Wast  Mild  and  Lovely. 

S.  F.  bMiTH.  JOHN  S.  LEWIS. 

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2.  Peace-ful 
3.  Dear-est 
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be   thy    si  -  lent  slum-ber,  Peace-ful    in     the  grave  so    low; 
sis  -ter,  thou  hast  left    us,  Here  thy    loss    we  deep-ly    feel; 
•  gain  we  hope  to    meet  thee,  When  death's  gloomy  night  has  fled; 

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of       eve-ning  When  it  floats  a  -  mong  the  trees, 
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be  -   reft  us,  He     can    all  our  sor-  rows  heal, 
to    greet  thee,  Where  no  bit  -  ter  tears  are   shed. 

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To  Thee,  0  Heavenly  Father. 

(A  Thanksgiving  Hymn.) 
EDWIN  F.  PARBY. 

1.  To    Thee,   our  heav'n  -ly 
2.  We'll  join    to    sing    Thy 
3.  TheProph-et    Jo-  seph 
4.  We  thank  Thee  that     an 

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prais  -  es,     For  bless  -  ings  Thou    hast 
brought  us    Thy  truth  with  -  out      al  - 
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Thro'  whose  e  -  ter  -  nal   mer  -  cy      We    live       in  these    last     days. 
The  bless  -  ings   of      the  gos  •  pel,  Which  lead  from  earth    to     heav'n. 
The   prin  -    ci  -  pies     he  taught    us      Fill   hum  -  ble  hearts  with   joy. 
That  Thy       e  -  ter  -  nal  Priest-hood    Thou  didst      a  -  gain     re  -  store. 

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J.  L  TOWNPHEND.  (Solo  and  Chorus.)  E.  BEE§LEY. 


1.  Let    us     oft      speak  kind  words      to    each  oth  -  er, At 

2.  Like  the    sun  -  beams   of     morn      on    the    moun-tains, . . .  The 


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L.  D.  EDWARDS. 

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1.  Hark!  lis  -  ten    to       the  trump-et  -  ers!   They  sound  for  vol  -  un  -  teers, 

2.  It    sets    my  heart    all    in       a   flame,     A    sol  -  dier  brave  to      be; 

3.  To    see     our    ar  -  mies  on    pa  -  rade,  How  mar  -  tial  they  ap  -  pear! 

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I      will      en  -  list,    gird  on      my    arms,    And  fight  for     lib  - 
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We    want  no    cow  -  ards  in      our    band,   Who  will    our  col  -  ors    fly, 
They  fol  -  low  their  great  Gen  -  er    -  al,     The   great  E  -  ter  -  nal  Lamb; 
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His  garments  stained  in   His     own  blood,  King    Je  -  BUS     is     His  name. 
And  march  with  us      to    Zi  -  on's  laud,    Be  -  yond  the  swell-ing    flood. 


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No.  91.         0  Thou  Rock  of  Our  Salvation. 


J.  L.  TOWNSHEND. 


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1.  Oh,  Thou  Rock  of    our    sal  -  va  -  tion,  Je  -  BUS,  Sav  -  ior    of    the  world, 

2.  We      a  war  'gainst  sin  are  wag  -  ing,  We're  con-tend-ing  for  the  right, 

3.  On  -  ward,  on-ward,  we'll  be   sing -ing,   As  we're  marching  firm  and  true, 

4.  Wheji  for  all  that  we've  con-tend  -  ed,   When  the  fight  of  faith  we've  won, 


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ET  -  'ry  .  day   the    bat  -  tie's  rag  •  ing,  Help   us,  Lord,  to    win  the  fight. 
Each  suc-ceed  -  ing  bat  -  tie  ring  -  ing  Ear  -  nest  of    what  we    can     do. 
When  the  strife  and  bat-tie's  end  •  ed,   And   our    la  -  bor  here   Is      done, 


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(After  last  verse.) 

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No.  92. 


Beautiful  Words  of  Love. 


J    L.  TOWNSHEND. 


EDWIN  F.  PARRY. 


1.0      ho  -  ly  words   of  truth   and   love    We    hear  from  day  to      day, 

2.  They're  from  A-pos-tles  good   and   true,  Whose  names  we  all    re  -  vere, 

3.  They're  from  the  Prophets  God   in-spires,    In   coun  -  sels  oft  with  -  stood, 

4.  And  from  each  cho  •  sen   one    that  speaks  By    aid    the  Spir  •  it     gives, 

5.  As    gems  of    wis  -  dom,  pure  and  bright,  That  glow  with  lus  -  trous  ray, 


Re  -  vealed  to  Saints  from  God 
Who   dai  -  ly  teach    us  what 
Re  -  prov  -  ing    all   our    ill 


a  -  bove,    To  guide    in  heav-en's     way. 
to    do,       In  words  of    love  and     cheer, 
de  -  sires,  Com-mend-ing    all  that's  good. 


For     ev  -  'ry  sphere  of    life       it  seeks    For    ev  -  'ry  -  one  that     lives. 
We'll  seek   to  gain  these  words  of  light,  Their  coun-sels   to      o  -  bey. 


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No.  93. 


0  What  Son&s  of  the  Heart. 


J.   L.   TOWNBHEHD. 


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WILLIAM  CLAYBON. 


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1.  0  what  songs  of  the  heart  We  shall  smg  all  the  day,  When  a-gain   we  as- 

2.  Tho'  our  rap-ture  and  bliss  There's  no  song  can  express;  We  will  shout,  we  will 

3.  0    the  vi-sions  we'll   see  In  that  home  of  the  blest,  There's  no  words,  there's  no 

4.  0  what  songs  we'll  employ!  0  what  welcomes  we'll  hear!  While  our  transports  of 


sem  -  ble  at  home;    When  we  meet,  ne'er  to  part,  With  the  blest  o'er  the  way, 
sing    o'er  and  o'er,        As  we  greet  with    a  kiss,  And  with  joy   we  ca  -  ress 
tho'ts  can  im-part,       But  our    rap-ture  will  be     All  the  soul    can  at  -  test 
love    are  com-plete;      As  the  heart  swells  with  joy  In  em  -  bra  -  ces  most  dear, 


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All  our  loved  ones  that  passed  on  be -fore; 
In  the  heav  •  en  -  ly  songs  of  the  heart; 
When  ourheav-en  -  ly  Par-ents  we  meet! 


When  we  meet  ne'er  to  part, 
As      we  greet  with    a  kiss, 
But  our  rap  -  ture  will    be 
As    the  heart  swells  with  joy, 


0  what  songs  of    the  heart  We  shall  sing    in    our  beau  -  ti  -  f  ul  home. 
In  our  rap  -ture  and  bliss,  All    our  loved  ones  that  passed  on  be  -  fore. 
In  the    vi  -  aions  we'll   see  Best  ex-pressed  in    the  songs  of    the   heart. 
0  what  songs  we'll  em-ploy,  When  our  heav-en  -  ly    Par  -  ents   we  meet. 


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No.  94. 


The  Star-Spangled  Banner. 


FRANCIS  SCOTT  K«Y. 


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Where  the  foe's  haught-y       host        in    dread  si  •  lence     re  -  pos   - 
That    the  hav  -    oc     of      war        and    the    bat  -  tie's     con  -  f  n  - 
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What    is      that  which  the    breeze,     o'er     the     tow  •  er   •  Ing    steep, 
A                home    and      a      coun    -    try  should  leave    us       no      more? 
Blest  with     vie  -  fry     and    peace,      may    the    heaVn-res  •  cued    land 

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Now      it     catch  -  es      the    gleam  of      the     morn  -  ing's  first  beam, 

No               ref  -  uge    could  save  the               hire  -  ling    and  slave, 

Then              con  -  quer     we    must,  when    our   cause     it        is  just, 

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No.  95.  Freedom  Waves  Her  Joyous  Pinions. 


ORSON  F.  WHITNEY. 

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EDWIN  F.  PARRY. 


1.  Free  -  dom  waves  her  joy 

2.  Un    -    ion,   love    and  fel 

3.  Now      no    ty  -  rant's  seep 

4.  Crown  and  seep  -  tre,  sword 

5.  "Tis      ^  thy  fu   •  ture  glo 


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Rich  and  poor  in  all. 
Faith  and  work,  a  -  like 
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Right  -  eous  -  ness      their  rock 
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king     -     ly       seat, 
rapt  -  ured    gaze! 


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Moon  -  tain  peaks  of 
God,        not   mam-mon, 
Cit    •    ies,     em-pires, 
All        that     ag  -  es 


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king  -  doms,  pow-ers, 
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Gift  -  ed  now  with  heav'n-ly    grace,  Free     from 

Lift  •  ed   up    the     low  -  ly    plain,  Crook  -  ed- 

Of      His  peo -pie,  pure     In    heart;  This       is 

In       one  might-y    realm  di  -  vine.  She,      the 

All    that  no  -  blest  minds  have  prized,  All       that 


Freedom  Waves  Her  Joyous  Pinions. 

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ev  -  'ry    sor      -      did  fet-ter  That  en  -  slaved  a      fall  -  en  race. 

ness  made  straight,  while  crudeness  Now  gives  way    to    cul  •  ture's  reign. 

Zi  -  on,    oh,  ye    na-tions,  Choose  with  her  "the  bet   -   ter  part." 

least  and  last  of    na-tions,  Henceforth  as   their  head    shall  shine, 

ho  -  ly     lips        have  prayed  for,  Here  and  now  are     re    -     a    -  lized. 


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No.  96.  Land  of  the  Free. 

Moderate.  Words  and  music  by  JOHN  M.  CHAMBERLAIN. 


1.  L    love  my  own,  my  native  land,        The  birthplace  of  the     free 

2.  From  ev-'ry  clime,  from  ev-'ry  land,      To  thee,  fair  land  of     mint 

3.  And    in    the  fu-ture  golden  years,       0    may  I    al  -  ways    be 


6.  And    in    the  fu-ture  golden  years,       U    may  1    al  -  ways     be 


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Flag  of  the  free,       we  hon  -  or  thee,  0  wave  to    all    the  world. 


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No.  97. 


Marseillaise  Hymn. 


1.  Ye  sons   of   Free  -  dom,  wake  to      glo    -    ry!    Hark !  hark !  what  myriads 

2.  With  lux  -  u  -   ry    and  pride  sur  -  round  -  ed,      The  vile    in  -  sa  -  tiate 

3.  0    Lib  -  er   -  ty!   can    man    re  -  sign       thee,  Once  hav-  ing    felt   thy 

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bid  you  rise! 
des-pots  dare, 
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Your  children,  wives,  and  grand-sires,  hoar  -  y,      Be-hold  their 
Their  thirst  for  gold    and  pow'r  un  -  bound-  ed,     To  mete  and 
bars   con  -  fine  thee?    Or  whips  thy 

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-'rous  flame?  Can  dun-geons,  bolts   and  bars   con  -  fine  thee 


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tears  and  hear  their  cries!  Behold  their  tears  and  hear  their  cries!  Shall  hateful 
vend  the  light  and  air,  To  mete  and  vend  the  light  and  air.  Like  beasts  of 
no  -  ble  spir  -  it  tame?  Or  whips  thy  no  -  ble  spir  -  it  tame?  Too  long  the 


-, — fV-n H  -|gjl 


ty  -  rants  mis  -  chief  breeding,  With  hireling  hosts,  a  ruf  -  fian  band,  Af- 
bur  -  den  would  they  load  us,  Like  gods  would  bid  their  slaves  a-dore;  But 
world  has  wept  be  •  wail  -  ing  That  falsehood's  dag-ger  ty-rants  wield;  But 


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fright  and  des-o-late  the    land, 
man    is  man,  and  who  is  more? 
f  ree-dom  is  our  sword  and  shield, 


While  peace  and  lib-er  -  ty  lie  bleeding? 
Then  shall  they  longer  lash  and  goad  us? 
And  all  their  arts  are  un  -  a-  vail  -  ing. 


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Marseillaise  Hymn. 


To       arms,      to  arms,  ye  brave!    Th'a-veng    -    ing  sword  unsheathed! 

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March  on,     march  on!      all  hearts  re-solved    on     vio    -     to  -  ry  or  death. 

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No.  98. 


America. 


S.  F.  SMITH,  D.  D. 


H.  CARKY. 


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4.  Our  fa  -  ther's 

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'tis         of    thee,   Sweet  land     of       lib    -    er  -  ty, 
conn   -  try,  thee,   Land      of      the      no   -     ble  free, 
swell      the  breeze,  And      ring  from     all        the  trees 
God,        to  Thee,    Au  •    thor     of        lib    -   er  -  ty, 
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Of  thee  I  e  ing;  Land  where  my  fa  -  thers  died,  Land  of  the 
Thy  name  I  love;  I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills,  Thy  woods  and 
Sweet  free  -  dom's  song;  Let  mor  -  tal  tongues  a  -  wake,  Let  all  that 
To  Thee  we  sing;  Long  may  our  land  be  bright,  With  free-  dom's 


pil-  grims'  pride,  From  ev    -  'ry    moun  -  tain  side     Let     free  »  dom 

tern -pled  hills;  My      heart  with    rap  -  ture  thrills,  Like    that       a- 

breathe  par-take,  Let     rocks  their    si  -  lence  break,  The    sound  pro  - 

ho    -   ly  light;  Pro  -  lect  OB       by     Thy  might,  Great  God,  our 

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No.  99.       Columbia,  the  Gem  of  the  Ocean. 

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1.0     Co  -  lum  -  bia,  the  gem    of    the    o  -  cean, 

2.  When      war  waged  its  wide    des  -  o  -  la  -  tion, 

3.  The         star  -  spangled  ban  -  ner  bring  hith-er, 


The  home  of  the 
And  threatened  the 
O'er  Co  -  lum  -  bia's  true 


brave  and  the  free, 
land  to  de  -  form, 
sons  let  it  wave; 


The  shrine  of  each  patriot's  de  -  vo-tion, 
The  ark  then  of  freedom's  foundation, 
May  the  wreaths  they  have  won  never  wither, 
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world  of  -  fers  horn  -  age  to  thee.  Thy  mandates  make  he  -  roes  »s- 
lum  -  bia  rode  safe  thro'  the  storm;  With  the  gar  -lands  of  vie  -fry  a- 
stars  cease  to  shine  on  the  brave:  May  theserv-ice,  u  -  nit  -  ed,  ne'er 


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she  bore  her  brave  crew, 
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flag  proud-ly  waving  be-fore  her,      The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue,  The 

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boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue,   The  boast  of  the  red,  white  and  blue,  With  her 
cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue,  Three  cheers  for  the  red,  white  and  blue,     The 


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No.  100. 


Hail,  Columbia! 


1.  Hail,  Co  -  lum  -  bia,  hap  -  py      land !     Hail,  ye  heroes !  heaVn-born  band !  Who 

2.  Im  -  mor  -  tal  patriots!  rise  once  more,  Defend  your  rights,  defend  your  shore;  L«t 

3.  Sound,  sound  the  trump  of      fame!    Let       Washington's  great  name  Ring 

4.  Be  -  hold  the  Chief  who  now  commands,  Once  more  to  serve  his  country  stands,  The 


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fought  and  bled  in  Freedom's  cause,  Who  fought  and  bled  in  Freedom's  cause,  And 
no      rude  foe  with  im-pious  hand,  Let  no    rude  foe  with    im-pious  hand,  In- 
thro'  the  world  with  loud  applause,   Ring  thro'  the  world  with  loud  applause;  Let 
rock  on  which  the  storm  will  beat,     The  rock  on  which  the  Btorm  will  beat;  But 


hail,  Columbia! 


when  the  storm  of    war  was  gone,  En-joyed  the  peace  your  val  -  or   won.  Let 
vade  the  shrine  where  sacred  lies,  Of    toil    and  blood  the  well-earned  prize.  While 
ev  -  'ry  clime  to    free-dom    dear       Lis  -  ten   with    a     joy  -  ful    ear.  With 
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e  -  qual  skill,  with  God-like  pow'r,  He  gov-erns    in     the  fear  -  ful  hour  Of 
hope  was  sink  -  ing  in    dis  -  may,  When  gloom  obscured  Co-lumbia's  day,   His 


Ev  -   er    grate  -  ful    for  the    prize,      Let    its      al  -  tar  reach  the  skies. 

Truth  and  Just  -  ice    will  pre  -  vail,  And  ev  -  'ry  scheme  of  bond  -  age  fail, 

hor  -  rid  war;    or  guides  with  ease  The  hap-pier  times  of  hon  -  est  peace, 

stead  -  y  mind,  from  chang-es  free,   Re-solved  on    death  or  lib  •  er  -  ty. 


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JULIA  WAKD  HOWABD. 

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2. 1     have  read    a  fier  -  y  gos  -  pel  writ  in  burnished  rows  of  steel:  "As    ye 

3.  He  has  sound-ed  forth  the  trumpet  that  shall  nev  -  er  call  re-treat;     He     is 

4.  In    the  beau  -  ty  of    the    lil  -  ies,  Christ  was  born  a-cross  the  sea,  With  a 

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sift  •  ing  out  the  hearts  of  men  be  -  fore  His  judgment  seat;     Oh,  be  swift,  my 
glo    -  ry    in   His  bos  -  om  that  trans-fig-ures  you  and  me;      As  He   died    to 


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born    of  wo-man,  crush  the  serpent  with  His  heel,  Since  God  is  march-ing 
soul,   to   an-swerHim!  be  ju  -  bi-lant,  my  feet!  Our    God  is  march-ing 
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No.  103. 

Steady  time. 


of  the  Free. 


WAGNF.B. 


1.  Flag  of    the  free,      fair-est     to    see!      Borne  thro*  the  strife  and  the 

2.  Flag  of    the  brave,    long  may    it   wave,    Cho  -  sen     of    God  while  His 

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thun  -  der    of    war;        Ban  -  ner    so  bright       with     star  -  ry  light, 
might  we      a  -  dore;  In  lib    -    er  -  ty's  van    for  man-hood    of    man, 

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SPECIAL  MUSIC 

Choruses,  Quartets,  Trios,  Duets,  Solos,  Etc. 


No.  104. 


Our  Mountain  Home  So  Dear. 


EMMELINE  B.  WELLS. 


Chorus. 


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The     f ra  -  grance     on         the    air,    The     land  -  scape  bright  and  fair, 

The     hand       of       God         we    see      In       leaf,    and     bud,  and  tr«e, 

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No.  105. 


C.  L.  B. 


Beyond  To-day. 

Duet  and  Chorus. 


Andante  legato. 


1.  If  we  could  see  beyond  to-day, 

2.  If  we  could  know  beyond  to-day, 

3.  "If  we  could  see,  if  we  could  know," 


As  God  can  see;  If  all  the  clouds  should  roll  away,  The  shad-ows  flee. 
As  God  doth  know;  Why  dearest  treasures  pass  a-way,  And  tears  must  flow. 
We  oft  -  en  say;  But  God  in  love  a  veil  doth  throw,  A  -  cross  our  way. 


"J    irg~       '    I  ^~ 


3 1- 


CHORUS.  Con  moto. 


O'er  pres-ent  griefs  we  should  not  fret,  Each  sor-row    we  would  soon  for-  get; 
And  why  the  dark  -  ness  leads  the  light,  Why  drear-y  paths  will  soon  grow  bright; 
We   can  -  not  see    what  lies  be  -  for'*,  And    so    we   cling     to  Him   the   more 


For  ma  -  ny  joys  are  wait -ing  yet,  F.or  you  and  me.  (For  you  and  me.) 
Some  day  life's  wrongs  will  be  made  right,  Faith  tell  us  so.  (Faith  tell  us  so.) 
He  leads  us  till  this  life  is  o'er,  Trust  and  o  -  bey.  '(Trust  and  o  -  bey.) 


No.  106. 

Slow. 


0,  \e  Tears. 

Solo. 


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1.  0  ye  teara,          0      ye  tears,      That  long  have     re-fused  to  flow, 

2.  0  ye  tears,          0      ye  tears,  I    am  thank  -  ful  that  ye   run, 


Ye   are   wel  -  come  to  my     heart,  Thaw-ing,  thaw  -  ing  like  the  snow. 
Tho'  ye  come    from  cold  and  dark,        \e  shall  spar  -  kle      in  the  sun. 


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The    ice-bound  clod  has    yield  -  ed,  And  the  ear    -     ly  snow-drops  spring, 
The    rain-bow  can  not    cheer     us     If  the  show'rs     re-fuse  to      fall, 


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And  the  heal  -  ing  fountains  gush      And  the   wil-der-ness  shall    sing. 
And  the  eyes      that  can  not  weep        Are  the  sad-dest  eyes  of      all. 


0,  Ye  Tears. 


No.  107. 


Lullaby. 

To  the  memory  of  my  little  son,  W.  Q. 

G.  DB  J.,  Jr.  Chorus  or  Trio.  GIBRIT  DB  JONG,  JB. 

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2.  Sweet  lit  -  tie    one,     now  go      to  sleep,  For    an  -  gels  true  their  vi  -  gil 

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Our  Eternal  Home.* 

(Chorus  or  Trio.) 


B.  CECIL  GATES. 


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1.  With-in    the  shad-ow    of   Thy  throne,  Still 

2.  A    thou-sand  a  -  ges   in    Thy  sight   Are 


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Our  Eternal  Home. 


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frame, — From  ev  •  er  -  last-ing  Thou  art  God,  To    end-less  years  the    same, 
way; —    They  fly    for-got-ten    as     a  dream  Dies  at   the  open-ing      day. 


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ihel  -  ter  from  the  stonn-y  blast,  And    our,   and    our    e    -    ter  -  nal  home. 


Repeat  chorus  after  last  verse  pp. 


No.  109.       I  Live  for  Those  Who  Love  Me. 


GBO«GE  LIMNAENB  BANKS. 


Duet  or  Two-Part  Song. 


GEO.  CABBLBSS. 


Sym.    Moderate.  


1.  I  live  for  those  who    love      me,  Whose  hearts     are  kind  and 

2.  I  live  to  learn  their  sto    -    ry,  Who  suf    -  fered  for  my 

3.  I  live  to  hold   com  -  mun  -  ion  With    all  that    is  di- 

4.  I  live  to  hail    that    sea    -    son    By    gift     -     ed  minds  fore- 

5.  I  live  for  those  who    love      me,    For  those  who  know  me 


true;, 
sake;, 
vine;, 
told,, 
true; 


For  the  heav'n  that  smiles  a  -  bore 

To  em    -     u  -  late    their   glo 

To  feel    there  is         a        un 

When  man   shall  live      by      rea 


And 
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For  the    heav'n  that   smiles  a  -   bove       me     And    a- 


I  Live  for  Those  Who  Love  Me. 


waits    my    spir    -    it,  too; For     all    hu  -man 

fol    -    low    in         their  wak«; Bards,         pa  -  triots, 

na  -    ture's  heart    and    mine; To  pro  -fit 

not        a  •  lon«       by   gold; When        man      to 

waits   my     spir   -    it,  too; For    the  cause  that 


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bright  hopes  left  be  -  hind  me, 

deeds  crown  history's  pag    -  es, 

wis  -  er    from  con  -  vie      -  tion, 
whole  world  shall  be  light    -      ed, 

fu  -  tare    in    the    dis     -  tance, 


And  the    good  that    I      can  do. 
And          time's  great  volume  make. 
And  ful  -  fill  each  grand  de  -  sign. 
As  E    -  den    was  of    old. 

And  the  good  that    I    can  do. 


5.5 


No.  110. 


I.  H.  W. 


Mother.- 

(To  my  Mother.) 
Solo. 


Tenderly. 


IDA  H.  WHITE. 


1.  My  heart    is  full     of  moth  -  er  dear,  her    pa-tient,  guid  -  ing    love 

2.  When  thoughtless  youth's  impulsive  lips  have  framed  the  angry  word,   .... 

—I 


Has    been  an    end  -  less  bea-con    light  to     lift   my    soul  a  -  hove. 
Her    mild   re  -  proof  and  sweet  car -ess  my    gen -tie     pas-sions  stirred. 

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My  moth-er's  love  has    nev  -  er  waned — her  heart  has  un-der  -  stood 

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Re  -  newed  my  hope,  pre-served  my  faith,  when  sor-row's  tears  would 'start. 
When  oth  -er's  faith    in      me  has  failed,  0      wondrous  moth-er  -  hood! 

_____ •  I         ^     '««_»  ^     " 


Mother. 


CHORUS. 


My  moth-er     dear,  my  moth-er    dear,  Thy  heart  I'll  ev  -  er     cheer;        Thy 

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path-way  brighten  with  the  years,    My  moth-er,  my  mother  so     dear! 


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No.  111 


CHAS.  W.  PBNBOSM. 
Tenderly. 


School  Thy  Feelings. 

Trio  or  Chorus. 


EVAN  STBPHBHS. 


1.  School  thy  feel-ings,   oh,       my  broth  -  er,  Train  thy    warm,    im-pul  -  sive  soul; 

2.  School  thy  feel-ings,  there      is    pow  -  er      In    the     cool,     col  -  lect  -  ed  mind; 

3.  Wound  not  wil  -  ful  -  ly         an  -  oth  -  er,    Con-quer  haste  with  zeal  and  might; 


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Do  not  its  e  -  mo  -  tions  smoth-er,  But  let  wis  -  dom's  voice  con-trol. 
Pas  -  sion  shat-ters  rea  -  son's  tow  -  er,  Makes  the  clear  -  est  vi-sion  blind. 
School  thy  feel-ings,  sis  -  ter,  broth-  er,  Train  them  in  the  path  of  right. 


No.  112. 


Christmas  Song. 


Chorum.)    Words  and  music  by  EVAN  STIPHBKTS. 


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Glo-ry  be    to  God  in  the  high         -         est, 

Glo     -  ry,  glo  -  ry  be  to  God,   and  peace  on    earth,  and 


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peace  on      earth. 


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{1.  This  was  the  song  the  angels  sang,  Beth-lehem's 

2.  This  is  the  song  repeat-ed  o'er,  Each  hap-py 

3.  Oh,  let  us  try  some  aid  to  lend  These  of  the 


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— wo*-;— — §f W~mT~i — •  1 — - — 

plains  a  •  bove,  While  near  the  blessed  mother  held  The  new-born  King  of 

Christmas  morn,  And  bless-ed  mothers  cling  a-new  To  dear  ones  new  -  ly 

new-born  throng,  To  grow  and  live  so  in  the  end  They,  too,  may  join  the 

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Love.    Born  un  -  to  sor-row  was      the  child,  Tho'  Lord  of  Life  was  He 
born.     Born  un  -  to  sor-row    as       was   He,    But    oh,  how  weak  and  frail, 
song.     With  the  redeemed  when  life  is  o'er,  When  all  the  ransomed  sing, 


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To    die     as    man,  but  un  -  de  -  filed,  Win  death       -       less    vie 
These   lit  -  tie   lambkins    of    our  Lord,  How  prone  to      err 

There's  peace  on  earth,  there's  joy  in  heaf'n,  Saved  by  our  Sav  - 


-  to  -  ry, 
and  fail, 
ior  King, 


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Win  death-less  vie  -  to    -   ry, 

How  prone  to  err   and     fail, 

Saved  by  our  Sav  -  lor     King, 


Christmas  Song. 

after  last  rerse.     Slower. 


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Win  deathless  vie  -     to  -  ry. 

How  prone  to  err       and  fail. 

Saved  by  our  Sav  -    ior  King.  And  peace  on  earth,  peace  on     earth. 


No.  113. 


mf  Maestoso. 
SOPRANOS. 


Utah,  We  Love  Thee! 

(The  State  Song  ol  Utah.) 

Words  and  music  by  EVAN  STEPHEM. 

-/  A 


——  -  __  -     ___     _  _  - 

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1.  Land    of     the  moun-tains  high,  U  -  tah,  we  love  thee!  Land   of    the 

2.  Co  -   lum-bia's  new  -  est    star,  U  -  tah,  we  love  thee!  Thy    lus  -  tre 

3.  Land    of    the    pi    •    o  -  neers,  U  -  tah,  we  love  thee!  Grow  with  the 

ALTOS. 


sun   -  ny    sky,     U 

shines   a  -  far,     U    -    tah,     we    love  thee!    Bright  on  our 

com  -  ing  years,    U    -    tah,     we    love  thee!     With  wealth  and  peace  in  store, 


tah,     we    love  thee!    Far     in     the    glo  -  rious  west, 

ban  -  ner's  blue, 


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Throned  on  the  moontain's  crest,  In  robes  of  statehood  dreggtd,  U  -  tah,  we  love  thee  ! 
A  -  mong  her  sisters  true,  She  proudly  comes  to  view,  U  -  tah,  we  love  thee! 
To  fame  and  glory  soar,  God-guarded  ev  -  er-more,  U  -  tah,  we  love  thee! 


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No.  114. 


ORSON  F.  WHITNBY 

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EDWIN  F.  P.A.BHY. 


1.  Ye  who  would  brave  the  bounding  billow,  To  view  the  wonders  of  the   world, 

2.  Hast  never  thought,  while  rapt  admiring  The  distant  starlight  o  -  ver  head, 

3.  But  I  have  stood  a  -  mid    the   thunders,  When  shook  the  tow'ring  granite  height, 

4.  Sing  not  of  Er  -  in's  famed  Killarney,  Laud  not  the  wave  of  Gal  -  i   -   lee,  - 


M F-L— -L H-— 


And  magni  -  fy     with   vain  de-vo-tion,  The  scenes  in  foreign  climes  un- furled! 
There  may  be  flow'rs  of  beauty  blushing  Neglected  'neath  thy  care-less  tread? 
And  trembled  where  the  vivid  lightnings  Blazed  on  the  angry  brow  of  night. 
For  I  have  sailed  the  buoyant  waters      Gtf   LJ  -  tah's  wondrous  sa-line  sea. 


Have  ye  ne'er  dreamed  of  nearer  splendors,  Than  beautify  an  al-ien  strand — 
Ne'er  has  it  been  my  lot  to  wan-der,  O'er  Orient  sands  or  Alpine  snows,  To 
Oh,  tell  me  not  that  grand-er  tempests  Re-ver-be-rate  with  louder  roar,  On 
IVe  climbed  her  ever  -  during  mountains,  I've  rested  in  her  peaceful  vales,  I've 


glo  -  rious  leg-a-cies  of  nature  Bequeathed  un-to  your  na  -  tive  land. 
lin  -  ger  in  the  vineclad  valleys  Where  Rhine's  clear,  winding  water  flows; 
Switzerland's  histor-ic  sum-mits,  Than  on  the  Rock  -  y  Moun-tains  hoar, 
quaffed  her  pure  and  sparkling  streamlets,  I've  breathed  her  life-renewing  gales. 


No.  115.                      Lasting  Joy. 

8.  Y.  GATES.                                      (Solo  and  Chorus.) 
SOLO.    Allegro. 

B.  CECIL  GATES. 

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in    our  hours  of    pleas-ure  There  sounds  a    note   of    pain,          Yet 
orph-an     cry    un  -  heed  -  ed     Shall    ev  -  er    strike  our  ears,          The 
show  our  wayward  sis  -  ters    The     help  -  ful     ir  -   on     rod,            And 

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life  gives  good  -  ly  meas  -  ure            Of      iun-shine  aft  -  er    rain.     ") 
wld-ow's  plaintive    eor  -  row            Must  win  our    tend'rest  tears.     >•      We 
seek  to   bring  our  loved   ones            In    pur  -  i   -    ty     to    God.      J 

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our  souls  flow    wisdom,         As      sun-shine  quick-en  flow'rs,          If 

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No.  116.  Gome,  Saints,  and  Sing  a  Joyful  Song. 


8.  Y.  GATLS. 

Solo     Andante. 


Solo,  Duet  and  Chorus. 


B.  CECIL  GATES. 


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2.  His  wide  pa  -  vil  -  lion  He     ex-tends  O'er    all   who  seek  His  face, 

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Gome,  Saints,  and  Sin£  a  Joyful 


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No.  117. 


My  Mother's  Love. 

Duet  or  Chorus. 


Slow  Waltz  tempo. 


Words  and  music  by  JOHN  M.  CHAMBERLAIN. 


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LUCY  M.  GHEEN. 


Gentle  Words. 

(From  "The  Open  Door.") 
Duet  and  Chorus. 


H.  WHITE. 


1.  As  gen-tie  words  fall  on  the  heart,  like  sun-beams  on  the  flow'rs,  They  chase  the 

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try         to    find    the  way,         to    rest  and    peace       a  -  gain.    Let  gen  -  tie 


soul-        to  heav'n  a-bove,  Bring  corn-fort,  joy 
words  fall  on  their  hearts,  Like   sun-shine  aft 


and    cheer,   Speak  gen  -  tie 
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bring     and  faith  im  -  part,    new  life  re-store,  new  life  re  -  store       a  -  gain. 


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No.  119. 


Gome,  Dearest  Lord. 

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2.  Come,    fill     our  hearts  with     in     -     ward  strength;  Make  our          en- 

3.  Now      to     the     God    whose  pow'r     can         do       More  than        our 


love  in 
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souls      pos  -   sess, 
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taste       and        feel       The     joys  that  can  -  not      be        ex  -  pressed, 

breadth,  and      length,   And    depth  of  Thine  un  -  meas  -  ured  grace, 

hon     -     or        done       By      all  the  church,  thro'  Christ,  the      Son. 


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M.  M.  JOHNSON. 
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Oh,  that  My  Soul. 

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2.  Oh,   that  rnj    soul    might  learn    to      live            The  laws 
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No.  121. 

P.  P.  PRATT. 
Slowly. 


Freedom  and  Love. 


Duet  or  Chorus. 


B.  CECIL  GATES. 


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1.  Hark !  listen   to     the  gentle  strain,  O'er  hill  and  val-ley,  grove  and  plain !  It  ech-oes 

2.  The  mountains  high,  the  rivers  clear,  Where  heaven  sheds  the  dewy  tear,  In  silence 

3.  And  most  of  all,    a  Sav-ior's   love  Was  man-i-fest  -  ed  from  above;  He  died,  and 


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or      ma-jest  -  ic  roar    The  God  of  love  and  peace  a-dore.   \  The  birds  their  numerous 
rose     to  life    a-gain,  Our  freedom,  love  and  psace  to  gain. 


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No.  122. 


R.  8.  HOBNB. 


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The  Mother's  Plea. 

Duet. 

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IDA  W.  WHITE. 


1.  Our  Father  in  heaven,  Thy  help  we  im  -  plore,  For  guidance  we  plead  and  Thy 

2.  We  wish  to  be  found  ev-er  faith-ful  to     Thee,  Prove  worthy  Thy  trust,  Thy  true 


name  we    a    -    dore;     Oh,  grant  us  Thy  light  and  Thy  Spir-it   di  -  vine,  That 
daugh-terg  to      be;        Our  thanks  and  our  prais-es  we  tender  sincere,    And 


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wish  e'er  to  know  The  du-ties  of  life,  which  Thy  Spirit  can  show;  That  we  may  not 
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No.  123. 


If  It  Gould  Be. 


BERTHA  A.  KLKINMAX.  Solo. 

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CHARLES  FREDERICK  STAYNHB. 


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1.  If        it  could  be  that  you  and   I  Could  look   in  -  to    the"     years, 

2.  If        I  could  look  in  -  to  your  eyes  With  pow-ers    to     di   -  vine, 

3.  0     we  who  mean  our  ways  so  well,  But  breathe  our  pray'rs  too  late, 


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you  could  know  my  tests  to  be    And      I  know  all  your   tears,  I 

there  behold  your  soul's  great  need,  And   you  could  fathom  mine,   I 

those  whose  hearts  beat  close  to  ours,  Who  thirst  and  trust  and  wait, What 


won  -  der,  should  we    speed     our    ways,     To      heal,    nor    won  -  der 

won  -  der,  should  we  search   our    hearts     For   words     of      life       to 

will      the        e    -  ven  -  tide      re  -  turn,     What  holds    its     hush      for 

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ber  bless  my    bed,  my  bed.  But  most  of 


the       com-ing  hours,  Let  wisdom  guide  my  feet,  No  haste  nor 
I         ask,  dear  Lord,  That  Thou  wilt  help  me  say,  For  this  I 


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an-ger  mar  my  tho'ts,  Nor  haste  nor  an  -  ger      mar  my  tho'ts,  But  grant, 
humbly  pray,  "Thy  will  be  done,  Thy  vic-t'ry    won,  Thy    will,  Thy  will  . . 


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I  pray,  dear  Lord,  I  pray,   For    this,     dear  Lord,  I    pray. 


No.  125.        When  Light  Peeps  O'er  the  Mill. 


SUSA  YOUNG  GAT: 
Afoderato. 


Chorus  or  Quartet. 


B.  CtciL  G\T«S. 


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1.  When     light  peeps  o'er    the    hill,          When  light  peeps  o'er  the    hill,   'Tis 
joy      is       in     the  heart,        When  joy       is      in     the  heart,   No 


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night  with-in   the   vale;        'Tis  night  within  the   vale;   For  day  and  night  are 
room    for  sor-row  there;       No    room  for  sorrow  there;  With  fly-  ing  feet  the 


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blend  -  ed  quite     When  stars  be  -  gin      to      pale.    2.  When 

mo  -  ments  fleet  Night  binds  them  with    a  pray'r.        Then 


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night  and  day  O'er  life     so  bleak  and  long,       O'er  life     so  bleak  and  long. 


II 


No.  128. 

S.  Y.  GATES. 


Our  Savior  Kin^. 

VERDI.    Arr.  by  B.  C.  GATSS. 
Chorus.       -+-0-+ 


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1.  Ev-er  Thou  hast  borne  our  sorrows,  Lord, 

2.  Bind  up  -  on  Thy  tender  heart  our  load, 

3.  So  -  lace  of  our  swiftly  fleet-ing  years, 


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Thou  hast  led  us  with  Thy 
Set    our  feet  up  -  on  the 
Thou  art  quick  to  calm  our 

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D.  C. — Ev-er  Thou  hast  borne  our  sorrows,  Lord, 


Thou  hast  led  us  with  Thy 


pre  •  cious  Word, 
up  •  ward  road, 
trem-bling  fears. 

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Leave  us  not    a  -  lone   in     this  dark  hour Up- 

Thou  a-lone  canst  cleanse  from  us  all     sin, 

Lord  of  light  and  Prince  of  heav'nly     peace, Bring 


pre  -  cious  Word. 


Leave  ug  not    a  -  lone  in    this  dark  hour, 


Up- 


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hold    Thy  shin  -  ing  torch  with  Thine  own  matchlesa  pow'r. 
In        Thy  name  we   come,  we   come  our  souls     to     win. 
Thou    to  earth  from   war    and   pain     a    swift  re  -  lease. 


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hold    Thy  shin  -  ing  torch  with  Thine  own  matchless  pow*r. 


Then  what 


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From  "THE  OPEN  DOOR." 
LUCY  M.  GREEN.  Trio. 

Allegro  moderate. 

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IDA  H.  WHITB. 


1.  With  heav'nly  in  -  spir  -  a     -     tion  The  Prophet  turned  the     key,       And 

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watchword    lov  -  ing     serv 
bet  -  ter  days  are     dawn 


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ing,    The  Prophet  turned  the     key,        Re- 


faith  and  hope  but    great    -    er,      It's     mot  -  to,  "Char  -  i    -    ty." 
joice  with  mu  -  sic      ring    -    ing,     God's  chil  -  dren   now   are      free. 

Copyright  by  Lucy  May  Green.     Used  by  permission, 


No.  130. 


J,  M.  CHAMBERLAIN. 


We  Serve  to  Love. 

Chorus  or  Trio. 

Alto. 


'Barcarolle,"  Offenbach. 
Arr.  B.  C.  GATES. 


1.  We  serve    to    love,  we       love  to  serve  This 

2.  Thus,  day  by    day,  we      sow  the  seeds  Of 


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love    on     ev  -  'ry       hand That  will    re  -  turn     a     hundred  fold     Un 


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all  things  that  we  do.     \    We  love  to  help  the  sick,  the  poor,  And  comfort  those  in 
to    our  hap  -  py  land. 


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We  Serve  to  Love. 


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come,  0  come,    be     one  with    us      In      heart,  in  soul,     in      hand,        And 
A  tempo. 


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And  God  will  love  and  re  -  ward  you;  0     come, ....    0     come! . 

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No.  131. 


Slow. 


Sweet  and  Low. 

Chorus  or  Quartot. 


'Barnby."    ATT.  B.  C.  GATBS. 


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1.  Sweet  and  low,  sweet  and  low,  Wind  of  the  western   sea,  Low,  low, 

2.  Sleep  and  rest,  sleep  and  rest,  Father  will  come  to  theesoon;     Rest,  rest,  on 


breathe  and  blow,  Wind  of  the  west  -  ern       sea;  0-ver  the  roll      -      ing 

moth-er's  breast,  Father  will  come  to  thee   soon;          Father  will  come  to     his 


wa    -     ters  go,  Come  from  the  dy  -  ing  moon,    and  blow,  Blow  him  again  to 
babe  in  the  nest,  Sil    -     ver  sails      all     oat   of  the  west,  Un-der  the  sil-ver 

Come  from     the 

Sil         -       ver      all 


me, While  my  lit  -  tie  one,  While  my  pretty  one     sleeps 

moon, ....  Sleep,  my  lit  -  tie  one,  Sleey,  my  pretty  one,   sleep 


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pret  -  ty  one  sleeps. 


No.  132. 


The  Gospel  Message. 

"SPRING  hOXG." 

Ch  rus.      MSNDELSSOHN.  ATT.  by  B.  C.  GATES, 

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cry,  For     lo! from  hea^n  he  does       ap  -  -    pear,    To 

stand,  All      Is  rael  now  shall  know   His        voice,  And 

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rec    -    ord     forth,      Un  -  loosed   the      might  -  y        seal, 
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Soprano. 


The  Gospel  Message. 

Alto. 


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Ye   won-d'ring  nations  now  give  ear    Un  -  to  ----  the  angels  cry,  For    lo!  from 
The  meek  and  hum-ble  shall  re-joice,    The  wise   shall  understand,  All  Is  -  rael 


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heav'n  he  does  appear         To  bring,  to  bring  salvation  nigh.  He  brought    the  ancient 
now  shall  know  His  voice,  And  gather,  gather  to  their  land.  Its  open   -    ing  wonders 
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record  forth,  Unloosed  the  mighty  seal, 
burst  to  view  All  glorious  and  sublime, 


His  glory  soon  shall  fill  the  earth,  And 
Point  out  the  path  that  men  pursue,  Down 


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His  glo- ry   soon shall     fill the     earth. 


No.  133. 

WATTS. 


Lord,  Thou  Wilt  hear  Me. 


Slow.  j       j 

:to=H— --1 — «=«- 

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Duet  or  Chorus.      ''You'll  Remember  Me,"  BALFE. 

Arr.  B.  C.  GATES. 

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1.  Lord,  Thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I         pray;       I     am  for-ev  -er  Thine; 

2.  I  pray  this   even-ing  sac  -  ri    -    fice,       And  when  my  work  is  done, 


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I  fear  be  -  fore  Thee    all      the      day;      0    may        I,  nev  -   er     sin. 
Great  God,  my  faith,  my    hope  re    -    lies      Up  -  on      Thy  grace  a  -  lone. 


And  while  I      rest    my    wea    -    ry      head,  From  cares  and  buisness  free, 
Thus,  with  my  tho't  corn-posed      to      peace,  I'll  give  mine  eyes  to     sleep; 


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'Tis  sweet  con  -  vers-ing       on      my      bed      With  my   own      heart          and 
Thy    hand  in    safe  -  ty       keeps  my     days,   And  will    my      slum     -    ber 


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Thee With  my  own  heart,  my  own  heart  and  Thee. 

keep, And  will  my  slum  -  ber,  my    slum    -  ber    keep. 

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keep, And  will  my  slu 

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Jiepeat  choru;  pp  after  latt  verse. 


No.  134. 


S.  Y.  GATES. 
Slow. 


All  Our  hearts. 


Chorus  or  Duet. 


"Humoresque."  DVORAK. 
Arr.  by  B.  CECIL  GATKS. 


y      *      >      v 

1.  All  our  hearts  know  hours  of  weeping,  Yet    we   feel  that  Thou  art  keep  -  ing 
2-  All  Thy  mer-  cies  gen  -  tly  fall  -  ing,  On    our  hearts  so   soft  -  ly  call  -  ing, 

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Watch  and  ward  o'er  ev-'ry  pass-ing  hour. 
To    Thy  might-y  throne  a-bove  the  sky. 


So    we  put     a  -  way    all 
Give  us  help    to     do     full 


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sadness,  While  we  lean  on  Thee  in  glad-ness,  On  Thy  ma-jes-ty    and    pow'r. 
du  -  ty,  For    we  find   in   life   all  beau  -  ty,  When  to  Thee  we  venture  nigh. 


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Guide  us,  0  guide  us     in      our  weak-ness,  Keep  us     safe  from  earthly  fear; 
Teach  us,  0  teach  us  how     to      find  Thee,  Drive  all      e  -  vil    far    a  -  way; 


3ra 


D.  C.  al  Fine. 


Help  us,  0  help   us    find      the     path-way    To  Thy  presence,  draw  us  near. 
Guide  us,  0  guide  us     in       our    weak  -ness,  Till  we  reach  the  perfect  day. 


No.  135. 


Love's  Old  Sweet  Son*. 

Quartet  or  Chorus. 


G.  C.  BINGHAM. 

Moderate. 

f\      l_                                K.             V 

J.  L.  MOLLOY.    Arr.  by  B.  C.  QATBS. 

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1.  Once  in    the 
2.  E  -  ven    to 

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dear  dea 
-  day  we 

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i  days  be  -  yond   re  -  call,  When  on    the  world    the 
hear  Love's  song  of  yore,  Deep    in     our  hearts  it 

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—  *  j— 

mist  be  -  gan    to     fall,     Out     of   the  dreams  that  rose  in    hap  -  py     throng, 
dwells  for  ev  -  er-more;    Foot-steps  may  fal  -  ter,  wea-ry  grow  the     way, 


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Low    in     our  hearts  love  sang  an      old    sweet    song;  And    in    the  dusk  where 
Still    we    can  hear   it      at     the    close     of       day;     So      till   the  end,  when 


fell    the  fire-light  gleam,  Soft  -  ly      it    wove  it  -  self  in   -  to      our    dream, 
life's  dim  shad-ows  fall,     Low  will   be   found  the    sweetest  song    of       all. 


Just     a  song  at  twi-light,  When  the  lights  are  low,  And  the  flick'ring  shadows 
Song  at  twi  -  light,   Lights       are  low,     Flick      -    'ring  shad  -  ows 


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Love's  Old  Sweet  Song. 


Soft-ly  come  and  go; 
Come  and  go; 


Tho'  the  heart  be  wea-ry,         Sad  the  day  and   long 
Heart  be  wea    -    ry,      Day          and   long 


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Still    to    us  at  twi  -  light  comes  love's  old  song,  Comes  love's  old,  sweet  song. 


We  Ever  Pray  for  Thee. 


THo. 


EVAN  STEPHENS. 


No.  136. 

E.  S. 

1.  We      ev  -  er  pray  for  thee,  our  Prophet  dear,     That  God  will  give  to  thee 

2.  We      ev  -  er  pray  for  thee,  with  all  our  hearts,  That  strength  be  given  thee 

3.  We      ev  -  er  pray  for  thee,  with  fervent  love,     And  as  the  children's  prayer 


corn-fort  and  cheer;       As    the  advancing  years  fur-row  the  brow,  Still  may  the 
to        do  thy  part,         To  guide  and  counsel  us  from  day  to    day,    To    shed  a 
is     heard  a-bove,         Thou  shalt  be  ev-er  blest,  and  God  will  give  All  that  is 


9  I  '9 


I 

light  with-in  shine  bright  as  now,  Still  may  the  light  within  shine  bright  as  now. 
ho  -  ly    light  a  -  round  our  way,    To    shed  a    ho  -  ly  light    a-round  our  way. 
meet,  or  best,  while  thou  shalt  live,  All  that  is  meet,  or  best,  while  thou  shalt  live. 


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No.  137. 


s.  y.  G. 


Moderate. 


Spring. 

Quartet!  or  Chorus. 


B.  C.  GATES 
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1.  Spring  is  in  the  can-yon,     0  spring,  0  spring,  The  sky  is  bright  and  fair,     0 

2.  Buttercups  are  growing,     0  spring,  0  spring,  Down  in  the  low-ly      vale,     0 


M 


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spring,  0  spring,   Wild  vi  -  o  -  lets  are     pouring        Their  in-cense  on     the 
spring,  0  spring,   The  children  search  the  hill-side      '  For      se  -  go  lil  -  lies 

wild  vi  -  o  -  lets  are    pour-ing  Their 

the  children  search  the  hill-side  For 


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pale,          0       love    is    at     the   full  -  tide,  And  birds  are  on  the  wing,  Sweet 

incense —  Red     bells Be  -  deck       the  hills,   The 

lillies  pale,  0       love, And  birds       on  wing,  Sweet 


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hope  is   at  the  floodtide,    f  And  life  is  at  the  spring. 
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Copyright  I  y  B.  Cecil  Gates.     Used  by  permission. 


No.  138. 


We  Love  Our  Work. 


M.  E.  ABEL. 


Solo,  Duet  and  Chorus, 

"Aloha  Oe"  Queen  i-iliuokalani.    Art.  by  B.  C.  GATBi. 


1.0       Fa   -  ther,  grant  us  strength  and  pow'r;  Our  mission  needs  Thee  ev  -'ry 

2.  We  want  to  live  our  love  to  show           To  Fa  -  tiler's  children  here  be- 

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low.    We     want        to  comfort  in   dis-tress, 

call; We     want       no  more  to  speak  unkind, 

God,   That    our  good  works  may  ever  bring 

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give   all  hap  -  pi  -  ness. 
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praise  to  Christ  our  King. 


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Arrangment  copyrighted  by  B.  Cecil  Gates.   Used  by  permission. 


No.  139. 


Song  to  the  Morning. 


SUSA  YOUNG  GATKS. 


Chorus  or  Quartet. 


B.  CECIL  GATES. 


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2.  The  ev'n-ing    sky    in    twi  -  light  gold,    guilds  the  hills  with  glo    •    ry; 


Up  from  the  cit  -  y's  drow  -  sy    street  whis-pers  the  full  day's  warn  -    ing. 
The  hast'ning  gloom  with  peace  en-folds     the  cit  -  y'a  half -told    sto      -    ry. 


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Glory  Forever. 


W.  CLEGG. 


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Miscellaneous  Songs. 


No.  141.        Carry  Me  Back  to  Old  Virginny. 

Carry  me  back  to  old  Virginny, 

There's  where  the  cotton  and  the  corn  and  tatoes  grow, 
There's  where  the  birds  warble  sweet  in  the  spring-time, 

There's  where  the  old  darkey's  heart  am  long'd  to  go, 
There's  where  I  labored  so  hard  for  old  Massa, 

Day  after  day  in  the  field  of  yellow  corn, 
No  place  on  earth  do  I  love  more  sincerely 

Than  old  Virginny,  the  state  where  I  was  born. 

CHORUS.. 

Carry  me  back  to  old  Virginny, 

There's  where  the  cotton  and  the  corn  and  tatoes  grow, 
There's  where  the  birds  warble  sweetly  in  the  spring-time, 

There's  where  this  old  darkey's  heart  has  long'd  to  go. 

Carry  me  back  to  old  Virginny, 

There  let  me  live  till  I  wither  and  decay, 

Long  by  the  old  Dismal  Swamp  have  I  wandered, 
There's  where  this  old  darkey's  life  will  pass  away. 

Massa  and  Missis  have  long  gone  before  me, 

Soon  we  will  meet  on  that  bright  and  golden  shore, 
There  we'll  be  happy  and  free  from  all  sorrow, 
There's  where  we'll  meet,  and  we'll  never  part  no  more. 


No.  142.  Dixie  Land. 

I  wish  I  was  in  de  land  ob  cotton, 

Old  times  dar  am  not  forgotten, 
Look  away!  Look  away!  Look  away!  Dixie  Land. 
In  Dixie  land  whar  I  was  born  in, 

Early  on  one  frosty  morning, 
Look  away !  Look  away !  Look  away !  Dixie  Land. 

CHORUS. 

Den  I  wish  I  was  in  Dixie,  Horray !  Horra} 
In  Dixie  Land,  I'll  take  my  stand, 

To  lib  and  die  in  Dixie ; 

Away,  Away,  Away  down  south  in  Dixie, 
Away,  Away,  Away  down  south  in  Dixie. 

Old  Missus  marry  "Will  de  Weaber" 

Willum  was  a  gay  deceaber, 

Look  awav !  Look  away !  Look  awav !  Dixie  Land. 
But  when  he  put  his  arms  around  her. 

He  smiled  as  fierce  as  a  forty  pounder. 
Look  away,  look  away,  look  away  Dixie  Land 

CHORUS. 
His  face  was  sharp  as  a  butcher's  cleaber, 

But  dat  did  not  seem  to  greab  'er 
Look  away !  Look  away !  Look  away !  Dixie  Land. 
Old  Missus  acted  de  foolish  part, 

And  died  for  a  man  dat  broke  her  heart. 
Look  away,  look  away,  look  away,  Dixie  Land. 


No.  143.  Old  Black  Joe. 

Gone  are  the  days  when  my  heart  was  young  and  gay, 
Gone  are  my  friends  from  the  cotton  fields  away ; 
Gone  from  the  earth  to  a  better  land  I  know. 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe/' 
I'm  coming,  I'm  coming,  for  my  head  is  bending  low ; 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe." 

\Yhy  do  I  weep  when  my  heart  should  feel  no  pain  ? 
Why  do  I  sigh  that  my  friends  come  not  again, 
Grieving  for  forms  now  departed  long  ago? 
T  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe." 
I'm  coming,  I'm  coming,  for  my  head  is  bending  low ; 
T  hear  those  gentle  voices -calling,  "Old  Black  Joe." 


Old  Black  Joe 

Where  are  the  hearts  once  so  happy  and  so  free? 
The  children  so  dear,  that  I  held  upon  my  knee  ? 
Gone  to  the  shore  where  my  soul  has  longed  to  go. 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe." 
I'm  coming,  I'm  coming,  for  my  head  is  bending  low ; 
I  hear  their  gentle  voices  calling,  "Old  Black  Joe." 


No.  144.  Home,  Sweet  Home. 

'Mid  pleasures  and  palaces  though  we  may  roam, 
Be  it  ever  so  humble,  there's  no  place  like  home ; 
A  charm  from  the  skies  seems  to  hallow  us  there, 
Which,  seek  thro'  the  world,  is  ne'er  met  with  elsewhere. 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

There's  no  place  like  home, 

Oh,  there's  no  place  like  home. 

I  gaze  on  the  moon  as  I  tread  the  drear  wild, 

And  feel  that  my  mother  now  thinks  of  her  child. 

As  she  looks  on  that  moon  from  our  own  cottage  door, 

Thro'  the  woodbine  whose  fragrance  shall  cheer  me  no  more 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

There's  no  place  like  home, 

Oh,  there's  no  place  like  home. 

An  exile  from  home,  splendor  dazzles  in  vain. 

Oh  give  me  my  lowly  thatch'd  cottage  again. 

The  birds  singing  gaily  that  came  at  my  call, 

Give  me  them  and  that  peace  of  mind  dearer  than  all, 

Home,  home,  sweet,  sweet  home. 

There's  no  place  like  home, 

Oh,  there's  no  place  like  home. 


No.  145.  My  Old  Kentucky  Home. 

The  sun  shines  bringht  in  the  old  Kentucky  home, 

Tis  summer  the  darkies  are  gay ; 
The  corn-top's  ripe  and  the  meadow's  in  the  bloom, 

While  the  birds  make  music  all  the  dav : 
The  young  folks  roll  on  the  little  cabin  floor, 

All  merry,  all  happy  and  bright ; 
By  and. by  "hard  times"  comes  a  knocking  at  the  door 

Then,  my  old  Kentucky  home,  good-night. 


My  Old  Kentucky  Home 

Weep  no  more,  my  lady, 

Oh  !  weep  no  more  today ! 
We  will  sing  one  song  for  the  old  Kentucky  home, 

For  my  old  Kentucky  home  far  away. 

They  hunt  no  more  for  the  possum  and  the  coon, 

On  meadow,  the  hill  and  the  shore, 
They  sing  no  more  by  the  glimmer  of  the  moon, 

On  the  bench  by  the  old  cabin  door. 
The  day  goes  by  like  a  shadow  o'er  the  heart, 
•  With  sorrow,  where  all  was  delight ; 
The  time  has  come  when  the  darkies  have  to  part, 

Then,  my  old  Kentucky  home,  good-night. 
Weep  no  more,  my  lady, 

Oh !  weep  no  more  today ! 
We  will  sing  one  song  for  the  old  Kentucky  home. 

For  my  old  Kentucky  home  far  away. 

The  head  must  bow,  and  the  back  will  have  to  bend 

Wherever  the  darkey  may  go, 
A  few  more  days  and  the  trouble  all  will  end, 

In  the  fields  where  sugar  canes  grow. 
A  few  more  days  for  to  tote  the  weary  load, 

No  matter,  'twill  never  be  light ; 
A  few  more  days  will  we  totter  on  the  road, 

Then,  my  old  Kentucky  home,  good-night. 
Weep  no  more,  my  lady, 

Oh  !  weep  no  more  today  ! 
We  will  sing  one  song  for  the  old  Kentucky  home. 

For  my  old  Kentucky  home  far  away. 


No.  146.  Auld  Lang  Syne. 

Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  never  brought  to  mind, 

Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot, 
And  days  of  o'  Lang  Syne ! 

CHORUS. 

For  Auld  Lang  Syne,  my  dear, 

For  Auld  Lang  Syne, 
We'll  tak'  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet 

For  Auld  Lansr  Svne. 


Auld  Lang  Sine 

We  twa  ha'e  run  a'  boot  the  braes, 

And  pu'd'  the  gowans  fine ; 
But  we've  wander'd  mony  a  weary  foot 

Sin'  auld  Lang  Syne. 

We  twa  ha'e  sported  i'  the  barn, 

Frae  mornin'  sun  til  dine, 
But  seas  between  us  braid  ha'e  roar'd, 

Sin'  Auld  Lang  Syne. 


No.  147.  Old  Folks  at  Home. 

Way  down  upon  the  Swanee  ribber, 

Far,  far  away ; 
Dere's  wha'  my  heart  is  turning  ebber, 

Dere's  wha'  de  old  folks  stay. 
All  up  and  down  de  whole  creation, 

Sadly  I  roam ; 
Still  longing  for  de  old  plantation, 

And  for  de  old  folks  at  home. 

CHORUS. 

All  de  world  am  sad  and  dreary, 

Eb'ry  whar  I  roam  ; 
Oh  !  darkies,  how  my  heart  grows  weary, 

Far  from  de  old  folks  at  home. 

All  round  de  little  farm  I  wandered, 

When  I  was  young  ; 
Den  many  happy  days  I  squandered, 

Many  de  songs  I  sung. 
When  I  was  playing  wid  my  b rudder, 

Happy  was  I ; 
Oh  take  me  to  my  kind  old  mudder,  * 

Der  let  me  live  and  die. 

One  little  hut  among  de  bushes, 

One  dat,  I  love ; 
Still  sadly  to  my  mem'ry  rushes, 

No  matter  where  I  rove. 
When  will  I  see  de  bees  a-humming, 

All  round  de  comb ; 
When  will  I  hear  de  banjo  tumming, 

Down  in  my  good  old  home? 


No.  148.  The  Old  Oaken  Bucket. 

How  dear  to  this  heart  are  the  scenes  of  my  childhood, 

When  fond  recollection  presents  them  to  view, 
The  orchard,  the  meadow,  the  deep  tangled  wild- wood. 

And  ev'ry  lov'd  spot  which  my  infancy  knew. 
The  wide-spreading-  stream,  the  mill  that  stood  near  it, 

The  bridge  and  the  rock  where  the  cataract  fell. 
The  cot  of  my  father,  the  dairy  house  by  it, 

And  e'en  the  rude  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron  bound  bucket, 

The  moss-cover'd  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 

The  moss-covered  bucket  I  hail  as  a  treasure, 

For  often  at  noon  when  return'd  from  the  field, 
I  found  it  the  source  of  an  exquisite  pleasure, 

The  purest  and  sweetest  that  nature  can  yield. 
How  ardent  I  seized  it  with  hands  that  were  glowing, 

And  quick  to  the  white  pebbled  bottom  it  fell, 
Then  soon  with  the  emblem  of  truth  overflowing. 

And  dripping  with  coolness,  it  rose  from  the  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron  bound  bucket, 

The  moss^covered  bucket  arose  from  the  well. 

How  sweet  from  the  green,  mossy  brim  to  receive  it, 

As,  pois'd  on  the  curb,  it  inclined  to  my  Hos ! 
Not  a  full  blushing  goblet  could  tempt  me  to  leave  it, 

Tho'  fill'd  with  the  nectar  that  Jupiter  sips. 
And  now,  far  removed  from  the  loved  habitation. 

The  tear  of  regret  will  intrusively  swell. 
As  fancy  reverts  to  my  father's  plantation, 

And  sighs  for  the  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 
The  old  oaken  bucket,  the  iron-bound  bucket, 

The  moss-cover'd  bucket  that  hung  in  the  well. 


No.  149.  Good-Night  Ladies. 

Good  night,  ladies ! 

Good  night,  ladies ! 

Good  night,  ladies ! 
We're  going  to  leave  you  now. 
Merrilly  we  roll  along,  roll  along,  roll  along, 

Merrily  we  roll  along. 

O'er  the  dark  blue  sea. 


Good-night  Ladies 

Farewell,  ladies ! 

Farewell,  ladies ! 

Farewell,  ladies ! 
We're  going  to  leave  you  now. 
Merrily  we  roll  along,  roll  along,  roll  along, 

Merrily  we  roll  along, 

O'er  the  dark  blue  sea. 

Sweet  dreams,  ladies ! 

Sweet  dreams,  ladies ! 

Sweet  dreams,  ladies ! 
We're  going  to  leave  you  now. 
Merrily  we  roll  along,  roll  along,  roll  along. 

Merrily  we  roll  along, 

O'er  the  dark  blue  sea. 


No.  150.  The  Dearest  Spot  on  Earth. 

The  dearest  spot  on  earth  to  me 

Is  Home,  sweet  Home! 
The  fairy  land  I  long  to  see 

Is  Home,  sweet  Home. 
Then  how  charm'd  the  sense  of  hearing, 
Then  when  hearts  are  so  endearing, 
All  the  world  is  not  so  cheering 

As  Home,  sweet  Home. 

Chorus. 

The  dearest  spot  on  earth  to  me 

Is  Home,  sweet  Home. 
The  fairyland  I've  long'd  to  see 

Is  Home,  sweet  Home. 

I've  taught  my  heart  the  way  to  prize 

My  Home,  sweet  Home ! 
I've  learned  to  look  with  lover's  eyes 

On  Home,  sweet  Home. 
Then  when  vows  are  truly  plighted, 
Then  when  hearts  are  so  united, 
All  the  world  besides  I  slighted 

For  Home,  sweet  Home. 


No.  151.     Hard  Times,  Come  Again  No  More. 

Let  us  pause  in  life's  pleasures  and  count  its  many  tears, 

While  we  all  sup  sorrow  with  the  poor ; 
There's  a  song  that  will  linger  forever  in  our  ears, 

"Oh !  Hard  times,  come  again  no  more !" 

Chorus. 
'Tis  the  song,  the  sigh,  of  the  weary ; 

Hard  times !  Hard  times  !  come  again  no  more ! 
Many  days  you  have  lingered  around  my  cabin  door ! 

Oh  !  hard  times  !  come  again  no  more ! 

While  we  seek  mirth  and  beauty,  and  music  light  and  gay 
There" are  f-rail  forms  fainting  at  the  door; 

Tho'  their  voices  are  silent,  their  pleading  looks  will  say, 
"Oh !  hard  times,  come  again  no  more ! 

Chorus. 

There's  a  pale,  drooping  maiden,  who  toils  her  life  away, 
With  a  worn  heart  whose  better  days  are  o'er ; 

Tho'  her  voice  would  be  merry,  'tis  sighing  all  the  day, 
"Oh !  Hard  times,  come  again  no  more !" 

Chorus. 


No.  152.  Grandfather's  Clock. 

My  grandfather's  clock  was  too  tall  for  the  shelf, 

So  it  stood  ninety  years  on  the  floor. 
It  was  taller  by  half  than  the  old  man  himself, 

Though  it  weighed  not  a  pennyweight  more. 
It  was  bought  on  the  morn  of  the  day  that  he  was  born, 

And  was  always  his  treasure  and  pride. 
But  it  stopp'd  short,  never  to  go  again, 

When  the  old  man  died. 

Chorus. 

Ninetv  years  without  slumbering 

fTick,  tock,  tick,  tock,) 
His  life  seconds  numbering 

fTick,  tock,  tick,  toclO 
It  stopp'd  short,  never  to  go  again 

When  the  old  man  died. 


Grandfather's  Clock 

In  watching  its  pendulum  swing  to  and  fro, 

Many  hours  had  he  spent  while  a  boy, 
And  in  childhood  and  manhood  the  clock  seem'd  to  know 

And  to  share  both  his  grief  and  his  joy. 
For  it  struck  twenty-four  when  he  enter'd  at  the  door. 

With  a  blooming  and  beautiful  bride. 
But  it  stopp'd  short,  never  to  go  again, 

When  the  old  man  died. 

My  grandfather  said  that  of  those  he  could  hire, 

Not  a  servant  s.o  faithful  he  found ; 
For  it  wasted  no  time  and  had  but  one  desire : 

At  the  close  of  each  week  to  be  wound. 
And  it  kept  in  its  place,  not  a  frown  upon  its  face, 

And  its  hands  never  hung  by  its  side. 
But  it  stopp'd  short,  never  to  go  again, 

When  the  old  man  died. 

It  rang  an  alarm  in  the  dead  of  the  night, 

An  alarm  that  for  years  had  been  dumb ; 
And  we  knew  that  his  spirit  was  pluming  for  flight, 

That  the  hour  of  departure  had  come. 
Still  the  clock  kept  the  time,  with  a  soft  and  muffled  chime, 

As  we  silently  stood  by  his  side. 
But  it  stopped  short,  never  to  go  again. 

When  the  old  man  died. 


No.  153.  The  Old  Arm-Chair. 

I  love  it,  I  love  it,  and  who  shall  dare 

To  chide  with  me  for  loving  that  old  arm  chair? 

I've  treasured  it  long  as  a  holy  prize, 

Fve  bedew'd  it  with  tears,  and  embalm'd  it  with  sighs ; 

Tis  bound  by  a  thousand  bonds  to  my  heart, 

Not  a  tie  will  break,  not  a  link  will  start ! 

Would  ye  learn  the  spell?  a  mother  sat  there, 

And  a  sacred  thing  is  that  old  arm  chair. 

T  sat  and  watch'd  her  many  a  day. 

When  her  eye  grew  dim,  and  her  locks  were  grey, 

And  I  almost  worship'd  her  when  she  smil'd, 

And  turn'd  from  her  Bible  to  bless  her  child. 

Years  roll'd  on,  but  the  last  one  sped, 

My  idol  was  shatter'd,  my  earth-star  fled : 

I  learnt  how  much  the  heart  can  bear, 

When  T  saw  her  die  in  that  old  arm  chair. 


The  Old  Arm  Chair 

Tis  past !  'tis  past !  but  I  gaze  on  it  now 
With  quivering  breath  and  throbbing  brow, 
Twas  there  she  nurs'd  me,  'twas  there  she  died, 
And  mem'ry  flows  with  lava  tide. 
Say  it  is  folly,  and  deem  me  weak, 
While  the  scalding  drops  start  down  my  cheek; 
But  I  love  it,  I  love  it,  and  cannot  tear 
My  soul  from  a  mother's  old  arm  chair. 


No.  154.  My  Bonnie. 

My  Bonnie  lies  over  the  ocean, 
My  Bonnie  lies  over  the  sea, 

My  Bonnie  lies  over  the  ocean, 
Oh,  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

Chorus. 

Bring  back,  bring  back, 
Bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me,  to  me ; 

Bring,  back,  bring  back, 
Oh,  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 

Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  pillow, 
Last  night,  as  I  lay  on  my  bed, 

Last  night  as  I  lay  on  my  pillow, 
I  dreamed  that  my  Bonnie  was  dead 

Oh !  blow,  ye  winds,  o'er  the  sea 
Oh !  blow,  ye  winds,  over  the  sea 

Oh !  blow,  ye  winds,  o'er  the  sea 
And  bring  back  my  Bonnie  to  me. 


155.  Annie  Laurie. 

Maxwelton's  braes  are  bonnie, 

Where  early  fa's  the  dew. 
And  'twas  there  that  Annie  Laurie 

Gave  me  her  promise  true : 
Gave  me  her  promise  true, 

Which  ne'er  forgot  will  be, 
And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie, 

I'd  lav  me  doon  and  dee. 


Annie  Lavirie. 

Her  brow  is  like  the  snawdrift, 

Her  throat  is  like  the  swan  ; 
Her  face  it  is  the  fairest 

That  e'er  the  sun  shone  on ; 
That  e'er  the  sun  shone  on ; 

And  dark  blue  is  her  e'e, 
And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie, 

I'd  lay  me  doon  and  dee. 

Like  dew  on  th'  go  wan  lying 

Is  th'  fa'  o'  her  fairy  feet, 
And  like  winds  in  summer  sighing, 

Her  voice  is  low  and  sweet ; 
Her  voice  is  low  and  sweet ; 

And  she's  a'  the  world  to  me, 
And  for  bonnie  Annie  Laurie, 

I'd  lav  me  doon  and  dee. 


156.  Sweet  By-and-By. 

There's  a  land  that  is  fairer  than  day, 
And  by  faith  we  can  see  it  afar ; 

For  the  Father  waits  over  the  way, 
To  prepare  us  a  dwelling-place  there. 

CHORUS. 

In  the  sweet  by-and-by, 

We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore, 
In  the  sweet  by-and-by, 

We  shall  meet  on  that  beautiful  shore. 

We  shall  sing  on  that  beautiful  shore 
The  melodious  songs  of  the  blest, 

And  our  spirits  shall  sorrow  no  more, 
Not  a  sigh  for  the  blessing  of  rest. 

To  our  bountiful  Father  above, 
We  will  offer  our  tribute  of  praise, 

For  the  g'orious  gift  of  His  love, 

And  the  blessings  that  halllow  our  clays. 


157.  Marching  Through  Georgia. 

I 'ring  the  good  old  bugle,  boys,  we'll  sing  another  song, 

Sing  it  with  a  spirit  that  will  start  the  world  along ; 
Sing  it  as  we  used  to  sing  it  fifty  thousand  strong, 
While  we  were  marching  thro'  Georgia. 

CHORUS : 

Hurrah  !  Hurrah  !  we  bring"  the  Jubilee  ! 

Hurrah !  Hurrah  !  the  flag  that  makes  you  free ! 
So  we  sang  the  chorus  from  Atlanta  to  the  sea, 

While  we  were  marching  thro'  Georgia. 

How  the  darkies  shouted  when  they  heard  the  joyful  sound, 

How  the  turkeys  gobbl'd  which  our  commissary  found! 
How  the  sweet  potatoes  even  started  from  the  ground, 

While  we  were  marching  thro'  Georgia. 

/ 

Yes,  and  there  were  Union  men  who  wept  with  joyful  tears, 
When  they  saw  the  honor'd  flag  they  had  not  seen  for  years : 

Hardly  could  they  be  restrain'd  from  breaking  forth  in  cheers, 
While  we  were  marching  thro'  Georgia. 

"Sherman's  dashing  Yankee  boys  will  never  reach  the  coast," 

So  the  saucy  rebels  said,  and  'twas  a  handsome  boast, 
Had  they  not  forgot,  alas !  to  reckon  with  the  host, 
While  wre  were  marching  thro'  Georgia. 


Conl  ents. 


Abide  With  Me   57 

All  Hail  the  Power ;  .  .  .  '  34 

All  our  Hearts 134 

America    98 

An  Angel  from  on  High 67 

B. 

Beautiful  Words  of  Love   92 

Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic 102 

Beneath  This  Sacred  Roof 4 

Beyond  Today    105 

C. 

Catch  the  Sunshine   10 

Christmas  Carol,  A   82 

Christmas   Song    112 

Columbia,  The  Gem  of  the  Ocean   99 

^  Come,  Come,  Ye  Saints 22 

Come,   Dearest   Lord    56 

Come,  Let  us  Anew   47 

Come,   Listen  to  a  Prophet's  Voice    8 

Come,  O  Thou  King  o'f  Kings   27 

Come,  Said  Jesus  63 

Come,  Saints,  and  Sing 116 

Come  Thou  Glorious  Day  of  Promise   20 

D. 

Did  You  Think  to  Pray   29 

Do  What  is  Right 13 

Doxology    .' 43 

E. 

•   Earth  With  Her  Ten  Thousand  Flowers   14 

F. 

Farewell  All  Earthly  Honors 37 

Flag  of  the  Free 103 

For  the  Strength  of  the  Hills 40 

Freedom  Waves  Her  Joyous  Pinions   121 


>  CONTENTS. 

G. 

Gentle   Word    118 

Glory    Forever    140 

God  Be  With  You 31 

God  Bless  Our  Mountain  Home   73 

God  Moves  in  a  Mysterious  Way 83 

God  Speed  the  Right   \ 71 

Guide  Us,  O  Thou  Great  Jehovah   49 

H. 

Hail  Columbia 100 

Hail  to  the  Brightness  of  Zion's  Glad  Morning 86 

Hark !  Listen  to  the  Trumpeters   90 

Hear  Us  Pray 6 

High  on  the  Mountain  Top  48 

Home    114 

>  How   Firm   a   Foundation    32 

Hushed  was  the  Evening  Hymn  65 

I. 

If  It  Could  Be 123 

I  Know  That  My  Redeemer  Lives 72 

Improve  the  Shining  Moments 52 

Invocation    28 

j. 

Jerusalem,  The  Golden 24 

Joseph   Smith's   First   Prayer   30 

Jesus,  Lover  of  My  Soul  61 

Jesus,  My  Savior   76 

Jesus,  Savior,  Pilot  Me   58 

K. 

Kind  Words  are  Sweet  Tones  of  the  Heart 89 

L. 

Land  of  the  Free  96 

Lasting   Joy    115 

Lead  Kindly  Light   12 

Let  Us  All  Press  On    51 

Lord,   Dismiss   Us  With   Thy   Blessings    46 

Lord,  Thou  Wilt  Hear  Me  133 

Lord,  We  Ask  Before  We  Part   35 

Lord,  We  Come  Before  Thee   1 

Love  at  Home   25 

Love's    Old    Sweet    Song    135 

Lullaby 107 


CONTENTS. 

M. 

Marsaillaise  Hymn 97 

Mine  Eyes  Have  Seen  the  Glory 102 

My  Friend  (new) 67 

Mother    , 110 

My  Mother's  Love 117 

N. 

Nay  Speak  No  111   75 

Nearer  Dear  Savior  to  Thee 69 

Nearer  My  God  to  Thee   ' 39 

Now  a  Calm  and  Peaceful  Sleep   79 

Now  Let  Us  Rejoice 45 

O. 

O  God  Our  Help  in  Ages  Past 2 

O,  Happy  Home,  O  Blest  Abode 78 

Oh  Say  Can  You  See  94 

Oh,  That  My  Soul   120 

Onward  Christian  Soldiers 9 

O  Say  What  is  Truth 44 

O  Thou  Rock  of  My  Salvation   91 

O  Thou  Who  Lovest  Innocence 124 

Our  God  We  Raise  to  Thee  18 

Our  Mountain  Home  So  Dear  (Hymn)   26 

Our  Mountain  Home  So  Dear  (Trio)   104 

Our  Savior  King 128 

O  What  Songs  of  the  Heart 93 

O  Worship  the  King 94 

O  Ye  Mountains  High   17 

O  Ye  Tears 106 

P. 

Parting  Hymn 53 

Praise  God  From  Whom  All  Blessings  Flow  43 

Praise   to  the   Man    33 

Prayer  Is  the  Soul's  Sincere  Desire 36 

R. 

Red,  White  and  Blue  99 

Redeemer  of  Israel   16 

Relief  Society,  The 126 

Rest  for  the  Weary  Soul   81 

Rock  of  Ages 12 

Rock  of  My  Refuge ,,,,,,,,,  84 


CONTENTS. 

S. 

Scatter  Seeds  of  Kindness  5 

School  Thy  Feelings   HI 

Shall  We  Meet  Beyond  the  River 54 

Silent   Ni^'ht    (Christmas   Song)    82 

Sister  Thou  Wert    Mild  and  Lovely    87 

Song   to   the   Morning    139 

Sowing    7 

Spring 137 

Star  Spangled  Banner,  The 94 

Still,  Still  With  Thee 59 

Sweet  and  Low 131 

T. 

Take  Courage  Saints    85 

The  Gospel  Message 132 

The  Happy  Day  Has  Rolled  On 19 

The  Lord  Is  My  Light 15 

The  Lord  is.  My  Shepherd   74 

The  Morning  Light 62 

The  Mother's  Plea 122 

The  New  Freedom  Song 127 

The  Relief  Society 126 

The  Rising  Sun 66 

The  Spirit  of  God  Like  a  Fire  is  Burning 38 

The  Time  is  Far  Spent   . 50 

Though  Deep'riing  Trials 11 

To  Thee,  O  God   3 

To  Thee,  Our  Heavenly  Father  (Thanksgiving)   88 

U. 

Utah,  We  Love  Thee  (Hymn)    101 

Utah,  We  Love  Thee  (Quartet)    .- 113 

W. 

We  Ever  Pray  For  Thee   136 

We  Love  Our  Work   138 

We  Serve  to  Love    130 

We  Thank  Thee  Heavenly  Father   80 

We  Thank  Thee  O  God  For  a  Prophet 41 

What  Was  Witnessed  in  the  Heavens   55 

When  First  the  Glorious  Light  of  Truth   77 

When  Light  Peeps  O'er  the  Hill   ". 125 

Where  the  Voice  of  Friendship    69 

Who  Are  Those  Arrayed  in  White 70 

With  Heavenly  Inspiration  129 

Z. 

Zion  Prospers,  All  is  Well 21 

Zion  Stands  With  Hills  Surrounded   .  23 


Classified  Index. 

Hymns  for  Congregational  Singing. 


Opening  Hymns. 

Beneath  This  Sacred  Roof  (New)    4 

Catch   The   Sunshine    10 

Come,  Come  Ye  Saints   22 

Come  Listen  to  a  Prophet's  Voice 8 

Come,  O  Thou  King  of  Kings  27 

Come  Thou  Glorious  Day  of  Promise 20 

Did  You  Think  to  Pray 29 

Do  What  is  Right  13 

Earth  With  Her  Ten  Thousand  Flowers  14 

Hear  Us  Pray 6 

Invocation    (new)     28 

Jerusalem,  the  Golden  (new)    24 

Joseph   Smith's   First  Prayer    30 

Lead  Kindly  Light 12 

Lord,  We  Come  Before  Thee  Now 1 

Love  At  Home    25 

O  God  Our  Help  in  Ages  Past 2 

Onward  Christian  Soldiers 9 

Our  God  We  Raise  to  Thee 18 

Our  Mountain  Home  So  Dear   26 

O,  Ye  Mountains  High   17 

Redeemer  of  Israel 16 

Scatter  Seeds  of  Kindness    5 

Sowing 7 

The  Happv  Day  Has  Rolled  On 19 

The  Lord  is  My  Light 15 

Though  Deep'ning  Trials    11 

To  Thee,  O  God  • 3 

Zion  Prospers,  All  is  Well   21 

Zion  Stands  With  Hills  23 

Closing  Hymns 

All  Hail  the  Power 34 

Come  Let  Us  Anew  .      47 


CLASSIFIED  INDEX. 

Doxology    43 

Farewell  All   Earthly  Honors    37 

For  the  Strength  of  the  Hills 40 

God  Be  With  You   31 

Guide  Us,  O  Thou  Great  Jehovah 49 

High  on  the  Mountain  Top 48 

How  Firm  a  Foundation 32 

Improve  the  Shining  Moments 52 

Let  Us  All  Press  On 51 

Lord  Dismiss  Us  With  Thy  Blessings   46 

Lord,  We  Ask  Before  We  Part 35 

Nearer  My  God  to  Thee   39 

Now  Let  Us  Rejoice    45 

0  Say  What  is  Truth   44 

Parting   Hymn    '. 53 

Praise  God  From  Whom  All  Blessings  Flow  43 

Praise  to  the   Man    33 

.Prayer  is  the  Soul's  Sincere  Desire   36 

Rock  of  Ages 42 

The  Spirit  of  God  Like  a  Fire  is  Burning 38 

The  Time  is  Far  Spent   50 

We  Thank  Thee,  O  God,  for  a  Prophet 41 

Hymns  for  General  Use 

Abide  With  Me   (new) 57 

An  Angel  From  on  High   67 

Beautiful  Words  of  Love 92 

Come  Dearest  Lord  (new) 56 

"Come,"  Said  Jesus  (new)   ' 63 

God  Bless  Our  Mountain  Home    . 73 

God  Moves  in  a  Mysterious  Way  . 83 

God  Speed  the  Right   71 

Hail  to  the  Brightness   86 

Hark !  Listen  to  the  Trumpeters  90 

Hushed  was  the  Evening  Hymn  (new)   65 

1  Know  that  My  Redeemer  Lives 72 

Jesus,  Lover  of  My  Soul  61 

Jesus,    My   Savior 76 

Jesus,   Savior,    Pilot   Me    58 

Kind  Words  are  Sweet  Tones   89 

My  Friend  (new)   67 

Nay  Speak  No  111 75 

Nearer,  Dear  Savior,  To  Thee   60 

Now  A  Calm  and  Peaceful  Sleep 79 

O  Happy  Home,  O  Blessed  Abode 78 


CLASSIFIED  INDEX. 

O  Thou  Rock  of  Our  Salvation 91 

O  What  Songs  of  the  Heart 93 

O  Worship  the  King   64 

Rest  for  the  Weary  Soul 81 

Rock  of  My  Refuge   84 

Shall  We  Meet  Beyond  the  River 54 

Sister,  Thou  Wert  Mild  and  Lovely 87 

Silent  Night  (Christmas  Song)    82 

Still,  Still  With  Thee  59 

Take   Courage   Saints    85 

The  Lord  is  My  Shepherd 74 

The   Morning   Light    62 

The  Rising  Sun  (new) 66 

To  Thee,  Our  Heavenly  Father  (Thanksgiving)   88 

We  Thank  Thee  Heavenly  Father   80 

What  Was  Witnessed  in  the  Heavens 55 

When  First  the  Glorious  Light  of  Truth 77 

\Vhere  the  Voice  of  Friendship 69 

Who  Are  These  Arrayed  in  White   70 

Special  Music  for  Choirs 

Choruses,  Solos,  Duets,  Trios,  Quartets,  etc. 

All  Our  Hearts  (Chorus  or  Duet) 134 

An  Angel  From  On  High  (Chorus)   67 

Beyond  Today  (Duet  and  Chorus)   105 

Christmas   Song    (Chorus)    112 

Come  Saints  and  Sing  (Chorus  with  Solo  and  Duet)   ....  116 

Come  Dearest  Lord  (Chorus)   119 

Farewell  All  Earthly  Honors  (  Chorus) 37 

For  the  Strength  of  the  Hills  (Chorus) 40 

Freedom  and  Love  (Duet  and  Chorus)   121 

Gentle  Words  (Duet  and  Chorus)   118 

Glory  Forever  (Chorus  with  Solo  and  Duet)    140 

God  Bless  Our  Mountain  Home  So  Dear  (chorus)   73 

Hear  Us  Pray   (Chorus)    6 

Home  (Chorus)    114 

If  It  Could  Be  (Solo)   123 

Jesus  Lover  of  My  Soul   (Duet  and  Chorus)    61 

Land  of  the  Free  (Chorus)    96 

Lasting  Joy  (Chorus  with  Solo)    115 

Lord,  Thou  Wilt  Hear  Me  (Duet  or  Chorus)   133 

Love's  Old  Sweet  Song  (Quartet  or  Chorus)   135 

Lullaby   (Chorus  or  Trio)    107 

Mother  (Solo)   110 


CLASSIFIED  INDEX. 

My  Mother's  Love  (Duet  or  Chorus)   117 

Oh,  That  My  Sou!  (Duet  or  Chorus)   120 

O  Thou  Who  Lovest  Innocence  (Chorus) 124 

Our  Mountain  Home  So  Dear  (Chorus)    104 

Our  Savior  King   (Chorus)    128 

O  What  Song  of  the  Heart  (Chorus)  128 

O   Ye  Tears   (Solo)    106 

Rock  of  My  Refuge  (Chorus)  84 

School  Thy  Feelings  (Chorus  or  Trio)    Ill 

Song  to  the  Morning  (Chorus)    139 

Spring  (Quartet  or  Chorus) 137 

Sweet  and  Low  (Quartet)    131 

The  Gospel  Message   (Chorus)    132 

The  Mother's  Plea  (Duet)   122 

The  New  Freedom  Song  (Chorus)   127 

The  Relief  Society  (Duet)   126 

'Utah,  We  Love  Thee  (Chorus  or  Quartet)   113 

We  Ever  Pray  For  Thee  (Trio)   136 

We  Love  Our  Work  (Solo,  Duet  and  Chorus) 138 

We  Serve  to  Love  (Chorus  or  Trio) 130 

When  Light  Peeps  O'er  the  Hill  (Quartet  or  Chorus)   .  .  125 

With  Heavenly  Inspiration  (Trio)    129 

Patriotic  Songs 

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America      98 

Battle  Hymn  of  the  Republic 102 

Columbia,  The  Gem  of  the  Ocean 99 

Flag  of  the  Free 103 

Freedom  Waves  Her  Joyous  Pinions 95 

Hail,  Columbia   100 

Land  of  the  Free    96 

Marsaillaise   Hymn    97 

Oh,  Say  Can  You  See   94 

Red,  White  and  Blue   99 

Star  Spangled  Banner,  The  94 

Utah,  We  Love  Thee ,101 


Miscellaneous  Songs. 

WORDS  WITHOUT  MUSIC 
For  social  entertainments  and  community  singing. 


Annie  Laurie 155 

Auld  Lang  Syne 146 

Carry  Me  Back  to  Old  Virginny    141 

Dixie  Land   142 

Good-Night  Ladies    149 

Grandfather's  Clock    15^ 

Hard  Times,  Come  Again  No  More 151 

Home,   Sweet   Home    144 

Marching  Through  Georgia 157 

My  Bonnie 154 

My  Old  Kentucky  Home   145 

Old  Black  Joe 143 

Old  Folks  at  Home  ...      .....      .  •  • 147 

Sweet  By-and-By 156 

The  Dearest  Spot  on  Earth 150 

The  Old  Arm  Chair •  • 153 

The  Old  Oaken  Bucket 148 


Music  Arranged  and  Compiled 

by 

BRIGHAM  CECIL  GATES 
For  General  Board  Relief  Society 


